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jfmwctttion. 

111.  12.  12.  10. 
"Which  was,  and  is,  and  is  to  come," — Rev.  iv.  8. 

i  Holy,  holy,  holy!  Lord  God  Almighty! 
Early  in  the  morning  our  song  shall 
rise  to  Thee; 
Holy,  holy,  holy!  Merciful  and  Mighty! 
God  in  Three  Persons,  Blessed  Trinity! 

2  Holy,hory,  holy!  all  the  saints  adore  Thee, 

Casting  down  their  golden  crowns  a- 

round  the  glassy  sea; 

Cherubim    and   seraphim    falling    down 

before  Thee,  [shalt  be. 

Which   wert,    and   art,  and   evermore 

3  Holy,  holy,  holy!    though   the  darkness 

hide  Thee, 
Though  the  eye   of  sinful  man  Thy 

glory  may  not  see,  [Thee, 

Only  Thou  art  Holy,  there  is  none  beside 
Perfect  in  power,  in  love,  and  purity. 

4  Holy,  holy,  holy!  Lord  God  Almighty! 

All  Thy  work's  shall  praise  Thy  Name 
in  earth,  and  sky,  and  sea; 
Holy,  holy,  holy!  Lord  God  Almighty1 
God  in  Three  Persons,  Blessed  Trinity! 

Bp.  Reginald  Heber  (1783—1826),  1827 
(3) 


4  OPENING   HYMNS. 


2 


5.5.5.  6.  D. 
The  Might  and  Mercy  of  God.—Ps.  ci>. 

O  worship  the  King, 

All  glorious  above; 
O  gratefully  sing 

His  power  and  His  love; 
Our  Shield  and  Defender,  , 

The  Ancient  of  days, 
Pavilioned  in  splendor, 

And  girded  with  praise. 
O  tell  of  His  might, 

O  sing  of  His  grace, 
Whose  robe  is  the  light, 

Whose  canopy  space; 
His  chariots  of  wrath 

The  thunder-clouds  form, 
And  dark  is  His  path 

On  the  wings  of  the  storm. 
Thy  bountiful  care 

What  tongue  can  recite? 
It  breathes  in  the  air, 

It  shines  in  the  light, 
It  streams  from  the  hills, 

It  descends  to  the  plain, 
And  sweetly  distils 

In  the  dew  and  the  rain. 
Frail  children  of  dust, 

And  feeble  as  frail, 
In  Thee  do  we  trust, 

Nor  find  Thee  to  fail : 
Thy  mercies  how  tender, 

How  firm  to  the  end, 
Our  Maker,  Defender, 

Redeemer,  and  Friend. 

Sir  Robert  Grant  (1788—1838),  1839      Ab 


OPENING    HYMNS.  5 

5.5.  5.  6.  D. 
"  yesus,  our  King.''' 

[  Ye  servants  of  God, 
Your  Master  proclaim, 
And  publish  abroad 
His  wonderful  Name ; 
*  The  Name  all-victorious 
Of  Jesus  extol  ; 
His  Kingdom  is  glorious, 
And  rules  over  all. 

2  God  ruleth  on  high, 

Almighty  to  save : 
And  still  He  is  nigh  ; 

His  presence  we  have. 
The  great  congregation 

His  triumph  shall  sing, 
Ascribing  salvation 

To  Jesus,  our  King. 

3  ' '  Salvation  to  God, 

Who  sits  on  the  throne," 
Let  all  cry  aloud, 

And  honor  the  Son  : 
The  praises  of  Jesus 

The  angels  proclaim, 
Fall  down  on  their  faces, 

And  worship  the  Lamb. 
4.  Then  let  us  adore, 

And  give  Him  His  right, 
All  glory,  and  power, 

And  wisdom  and  might ; 
All  honor  and  blessing, 

With  angels  above, 
And  thanks  never  ceasing, 

And  infinite  love. 

Rev.  Charles  Wesle^  (1708 — 1788;,  1744      Ab 


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6  OPENING   HYMNS. 

7.8,7.7. 
''Light  of  Light." 

i  Light  of  Light,  enlighten  me! 
Now  anew  the  day  is  dawning; 
Sun  of  grace,  the  shadows  flee, 

Brighten  Thou  my  Sabbath  morning 
With  Thy  joyous  sunshine  blest, 
Happy  is  my  day  of  rest. 

2  Fount  of  all  our  joy  and  peace, 
To  Thy  living  waters  lead  me ; 

Thou  from  earth  my  soul  release, 

And  with  grace  and  mercy  feed  me  ; 
Bless  Thy  Word  that  it  may  prove 
Rich  in  fruits  that  Thou  dost  love. 

3  Kindle  Thou  the  sacrifice 
That  upon  my  lips  is  lying ; 

Clear  the  shadows  from  mine  eyes, 

That,  from  every  error  flying, 
No  strange  fire  may  in  me  glow 
That  Thine  altar  doth  not  know. 

4  Let  me  with  my  heart  to-day, 
Holy,  holy,  holy,  singing, 

Rapt  awhile  from  earth  away, 

All  my  soul  to  Thee  up-springing, 
Have  a  foretaste  inly  given, 
How  they  worship  Thee  in  Heaven. 

5  Rest  in  me  and  I  in  Thee, 
Build  a  paradise  within  me  ; 

O  reveal  Thyself  to  me, 

Blessed  Love,  who  died'st  to  win  me 
Fed  from  Thine  exhaustless  urn, 
Pure  and  bright  my  lamp  shall  burn. 

6  Hence  all  care,  all  vanity, 
For  the  day  to  God  is  holy : 


OPENING    HYMNS.  7 

Come,  thou  glorious  Majesty, 

Deign  to  fill  this  temple  lowly  ; 
Naught  to-day  my  soul  shall  move, 
Simply  resting  in  Thy  love. 

Rev.  Benjamin  Schmolke  (1672 — 1737),  1704. 
Tr.  by  Miss  Catherine  Wink  worth  (1829— 1878),  1858. 

5  7.8,7.3. 

" Morgenglanz  der  Ewigkeit." 

i  Daysprixg  of  Eternity, 

Brightness  of  the  Father's  Glory, 
Dawn  on  us,  that  we  may  see 

Clouds  and  darkness  flee  before  Thee; 
Drive  afar,  wTith  conquering  might, 
All  our  night. 

2  Let  Thy  grace,  like  morning  dew, 

Fall  on  hearts  in  Thee  confiding  ; 
Thy  sweet  comfort,  ever  new, 

Fill  our  souls  with  strength  abiding ; 
And  Thy  quickening  eves  behold 
Thy  dear  fold. 

3  Give  the  flame  of  love,  to  burn 

Till  the  bands  of  sin  it  breaketh, 
Till,  at  each  new  day's  return 

Purer  light  my  soul  awaketh  ; 
O,  ere  twilight  come,  let  me 
Rise  to  Thee. 

4  Thou  who  hast  gone  up  on  high, 

Grant  that  when  Thy  trumpet  soundeth. 
When  with  glory,  in  the  sky, 

Thee  the  cloud  of  saints  surroundeth, 
We  may  stand  among  Thine  own, 
Round  Thy  throne. 


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OPENING   HYMNS. 

Lead  us  to  the  golden  shore, 
O  Thou  rising  Sun  of  Morning, 

Lead  where  tears  shall  flow  no  more, 
Where  all  sighs  to  songs  are  turning, 

Where  Thy  glory  sheds  alway 
Perfect  day. 

Knorr  von  Rosenroth  (1636 — 1688),  1634. 
Tr.  by  Rev.  John  Henry  Hopkins  (1820—         ),  1S66.      SI.  alt. 

8.8.8.8.7. 

" Hosanna,  Lord.''' 

i  Hosanna  to  the  Living  Lord! 
Hosanna  to  th'  Incarnate  Word! 
To  Christ,  Creator,  Saviour,  King, 
Let  earth,  let  Heaven,  hosanna  sing: 
Hosanna  in  the  highest! 

2  "Hosanna,"  Lord,  Thine  angels  cry; 
"Hosanna,"  Lord,  Thy  saints  reply; 
Above,  beneath  us,  and  around, 
The  dead  and  living  swell  the  sound  : 

Hosanna  in  the  highest! 

3  O  Saviour,  with  protecting  care 
Return  to  this  Thy  house  of  prayer, 
Assembled  in  Thy  sacred  Name, 
Where  we  Thy  parting  promise  claim  : 

Hosanna  in  the  highest! 

4  But,  chiefest,  in  our  cleansed  breast, 
Eternal,  bid  Thy  Spirit  rest ; 

And  make  our  secret  soul  to  be 
A  temple  pure,  and  worthy  Thee : 
Hosanna  in  the  highest! 

5  So,  in  the  last  and  dreadful  day, 
When  earth  and  heaven  shall  melt  away 
Thy  flock,  redeemed  from  sinful  stain, 


OPENING   HYMNS.  9 

Shall  swell  the  sound  of  praise  again  : 
Hosanna  in  the  highest! 

Bp.  Reginald  Heber  1,1783—1826).  1811.     Ref.  alt. 

7  L.M. 

I  "  Te  Deum  Laudamus." 

i  Thee  we  adore,  Eternal  Lord, 

We  praise  Thy  Name  with  one  accord; 
Thy  saints,  who  here  Thy  goodness  see, 
Through  all  the  world  do  worship  Thee. 

2  To  Thee  aloud  all  angels  cry, 

The  heavens  and  all  the  powers  on  high  : 
Thee,  Holy,  holy,  holy  King, 
Lord  God  of  Hosts,  the}-  ever  sing. 

3  Th'  Apostles  join  the  glorious  throng  ; 
The  Prophets  swell  th'  immortal  song ; 
The  Martyrs'  noble  army  raise 
Eternal  anthems  to  Thy  praise. 

4  From  day  to  day,  O  Lord,  do  we 
Highly  exalt  and  honor  Thee  : 
Thy  Xame  we  worship  and  adore, 
World  without  end,  for  evermore. 

5  Vouchsafe,  O  Lord,  we  humbly  pray, 
To  keep  us  safe  from  sin  this  day: 
Have  mercy,  Lord,  we  trust  in  Thee  ; 
O  let  us  ne'er  confounded  be. 

Rev.  John  Gambold  (1711 — 1771),  1754.     Ab.  and  alt. 


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L.M. 
"The  Trinity  adored." 

O  Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord, 

Bright  in  Thy  deeds  and  in  Thy  Name, 
For  ever  be  Thy  Name  adored, 

Thy  glories  let  the  world  proclaim. 
O  Jesus,  Lamb  once  crucified 

To  take  our  load  of  sins  away, 


IO  OPENING    HYMNS. 

Thine  be  the  hymn  that  rolls  its  tide 
Along  the  realms  of  upper  day. 

3  O  Holy  Spirit  from  above, 

In  streams  of  light  and  glory  given, 
Thou  source  of  ecstacy  and  love, 

Thy  praises  ring  thro'  earth  and  Heav'n. 

4  O  God  Triune,  to  Thee  we  owe 

Our  every  thought,  our  every  song  ; 
And  ever  may  Thy  praises  flow 

From  saint  and  seraph's  burning  tongue. 

Rev.  James  Wallis  Eastburn  (1797 — 1819),  1819. 

9  8.7. 

Thrice  Holy. — Is.  vi.  1-3.     John  xii.  41. 

i  Round  the  Lord  in  glory  seated, 
Cherubim  and  seraphim 
Filled  His  Temple  and  repeated, 
Each  to  each,  th'  alternate  hymn: 

2  "Lord,  Thy  glory  fills  the  Heaven, 

"Earth  is  with  its  fulness  stored; 
"Unto  Thee  be  glory  given, 
"Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord!" 

3  Heaven  is  still  with  glory  ringing; 

Earth  takes  up  the  angels'  cry, 
"Holy,  holy,  holy,"  singing, 

"Lord  of  Hosts,  the  Lord  most  High." 

4  With  His  seraph  train  before  Him, 

With  His  holy  Church  below, 

Thus  conspire  we  to  adore  Him, 

Bid  we  thus  our  anthem  flow : 

5  "Lord,  Thy  glory  fills  the  Heaven, 

Earth  is  with  its  fulness  stored; 
Unto  Thee  be  glory  given, 
Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord!" 


OPENING   HYMNS.  II 

6  Thus  Thy  glorious  Xame  confessing, 
We  adopt  the  angels'  cry, 
Holy,  holy,  holy!  blessing 

Thee,  the  Lord  of  Hosts  most  high. 

Bp.  Richard  Main  1 177-  — i^S,  ,  1837.     Ab. 

DOXOLOGY. 

Praise  the  Father,  earth,  and  Heaven, 
Praise  the  Son,  the  Spirit  praise  ; 

As  it  was,  and  is,  be  given 
Glory,  through  eternal  days. 

Unknown  Author,  1827. 

in  8  7- 

1 V  God  my  Refuge  and  Fortress. — Ps.  xci. 

i   Call  Jehovah  thy  Salvation, 

Rest  beneath  th' Almighty's  shade, 
In  His  secret  habitation 

Dwell,  and  never  be  dismayed. 

2  There  no  tumult  can  alarm  thee. 

Thou  shalt  dread  no  hidden  snare  ; 
Guile  nor  violence  can  harm  thee, 
In  eternal  safeguard  there. 

3  From  the  sword,  at  noonday  wasting, 

From  the  noisome  pestilence. 
In  the  depth  of  midnight,  blasting, 
God  shall  be  thy  sure  defence. 

4  God  shall  charge  His  angel  legions 

Watch  and  ward  o'er  thee  to  keep  : 

Though  thou  walk  thro'  hostile  regions, 

Though  in  desert  wilds  thou  sleep. 

5  vSince,  with  pure  and  firm  affection, 

Thou  on  God  hast  set  thy  love, 

With  the  wings  of  His  protection 

He  will  shield  thee  from  above. 


12  OPENING   HYMNS. 

6  Thou  shalt  call  on  Him  in  trouble, 
He  will  hearken,  He  will  save  ; 
Here  for  grief  reward  thee  double, 
Crown  with  life  beyond  the  grave. 

James  Montgomery  (1771 — 1854),  1822.     Ab 

H8.7. 
Praise  from  the  ivhole  Creation. — Ps.  cxlviii. 

i  Praise  the  Lord,  ye  Heavens,  adore  Him, 
Praise  Him,  angels,  in  the  height ; 
Sun  and  moon,  rejoice  before  Him  ; 
Praise  Him,  all  ye  stars  of  light. 

2  Praise  the  Lord,  for  He  hath  spoken ; 

Worlds  His  mighty  voice  obeyed ; 
Laws  which  never  shall  be  broken, 
For  their  guidance  He  hath  made. 

3  Praise  the  Lord,  for  He  is  glorious ; 

Never  shall  His  promise  fail ; 
God  hath  made  His  saints  victorious ; 
Sin  and  death  shall  not  prevail. 

4  Praise  the  God  of  our  salvation; 

Hosts  on  high,  His  power  proclaim; 
Heaven  and  earth,  and  all  creation, 
Laud  and  magnify  His  Name. 

Rev.  John  Kempthorne  (1775 — 1838),  18a; 


12 


8.  7. 
God  is  Loz>e. — 1  John  iv.  8. 


i   God  is  Love  ;  His  mercy  brightens 
All  the  path  in  which  we  rove ;    . 
Bliss  He  wakes,  and  woe  He  lightens 
God  is  wisdom,  God  is  love. 

2  Chance  and  change  are  busy  ever , 
Man  decays,  and  ages  move; 


OPENING   HYMNS.  1 3 

But  His  mercy  waneth  never; 
God  is  wisdom,  God  is  love. 

3  E'en  the  hour  that  darkest  seemeth 

Will  His  changeless  goodness  prove  ; 
From  the  mist  His  brightness  streameth: 
God  is  wisdom,  God  is  love. 

4  He  with  earthly  cares  entwineth 

Hope  and  comfort  from  above  ; 
Everywhere  His  glory  shineth : 
God  is  wisdom,  God  is  love. 

Sir  John  Bowring  (1792 — 1872),  1825. 


13  87" 

Xw  Praise  on  Earth  and  in  Heaven. — Rev.  iv.  11. 

i   Praise  to  Thee,  Thou  great  Creator, 
Praise  be  Thine  from  every  tongue  ; 
Join,  my  soul,  with  every  creature, 
Join  the  universal  song. 

2  Father,  Source  of  all  compassion, 

Pure  unbounded  grace  is  Thine  : 
Hail  the  God  of  our  salvation, 
Praise  Him  for  His  love  divine. 

3  For  ten  thousand  blessings  given, 

For  the  richest  gifts  bestowed, 
Sound  His  praise  thro'  earth  and  Heaven, 
Sound  Jeho\  ah's  praise  aloud. 

4  Joyfully  on  earth  adore  Him, 

Till  in  Heaven  our  song  we  raise  ; 
There,  enraptured  fall  before  Him, 
Lost  in  wonder,  love,  and  praise. 

Rev.  John  Fawcett  (1739 — 181 7),  1767.     Alt. 


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7.     61. 
"  God  of  Mercy,  God  of  Grace." — Ps.  lxvii. 

i  God  of  mercy,  God  of  grace, 
Show  the  brightness  of  Thy  face  ; 
Shine  upon  us,  Saviour,  shine, 
Fill  Thy  Church  with  light  divine  ; 
And  Thy  saving  health  extend 
Unto  earth's  remotest  end. 

2  Let  the  people  praise  Thee,  Lord, 
Be  by  all  that  live  adored : 

Let  the  nations  shout  and  sing 
Glory  to  their  Saviour-King  ; 
At  Thy  feet  their  tribute  pay, 
And  Thy  holy  will  obey. 

3  Let  the  people  praise  Thee,  Lord, 
Earth  shall  then  her  fruits  afford : 
God  to  man  His  blessing  give, 
Man  to  God  devoted  live  ; 

All  below,  and  all  above, 

One  in  joy,  and  light,  and  love. 

Rev.  Henry  Francis  Lyte  (1793— 1847),  1834. 


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7. 

' Matutinus  altiora. 


i   As  the  sun  doth  daily  rise, 
Brightening  all  the  morning  skies, 
So  to  Thee  with  one  accord 
Lift  we  up  our  hearts,  O  Lord. 

2  Be  our  Guard  in  sin  and  strife  ; 
Be  the  Leader  of  our  life  ; 
While  we  daily  search  Thy  Word, 
Wisdom  true  impart,  O  Lord. 

3  When  the  sun  withdraws  his  light, 
WThen  we  seek  our  beds  at  night, 
Thou,  by  sleepless  hosts  adored, 
Hear  the  prayer  of  faith,  O  Lord. 


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OPENING    HYMNS.  *5 

Praise  we,  with  the  heavenly  host, 
Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost  ; 
Thee  would  we  with  one  accord 
Praise  and  magnify,  O  Lord. 

Kiny  Alfred  of  England  (849 — 901V 
Tr.  by  Earl  Horatio  Nelson  (1823 —        ),  1864.     Ab. 

7.  D. 
Christ  in  Glory. 

Praise  to  God  who  reigns  above, 
Binding  earth  and  Heaven  in  love: 
All  the  armies  of  the  sky 
Worship  His  dread  sovereignty. 
Seraphim  His  praises  sing, 
Cherubim  on  fourfold  wing, 
Thrones,  dominions,  princes,  powers, 
Ranks  of  might  that  never  cowers. 

Angel  hosts  His  word  fulfil, 
Ruling  nature  hx  His  will ; 
Round  His  throne  archangels  pour 
Songs  of  praise  for  evermore. 
Yet  on  man  they  joy  to  wait, 
All  that  bright  celestial  state ; 
For  true  man  their  Lord  they  see, 
Christ,  th'  incarnate  Deity. 

On  the  throne  our  L,crd,  who  died, 
Sits  in  manhood  glorified  ; 
Where  His  people  faint  below, 
Angels  count  it  joy  to  go. 
O  the  depths  of  joy  divine, 
Thrilling  through  those  orders  nine. 
When  the  lost  are  found  again, 
When  the  banished  come  to  reign. 

Rev.  Richard  Meux  Benson,  1861.     Ab 


1 6  OPENING   HYMNS. 

n7.D. 
Thrice  Holy. — Is.  vi,  3. 

1  Holy,  holy,  holy,  Lord  ! 

God  of  Hosts  !  When  Heaven  and  earth, 
Out  of  darkness,  at  Thy  word, 

Issued  into  glorious  birth, 
All  Thy  works  before  Thee  stood, 
And  Thine  eye  beheld  them  good, 
While  they  sang  with  sweet  accord, 
Holy,  holy,  holy,  Lord! 

2  Holy,  holy,  holy  !     Thee, 

One  Jehovah  evermore, 
Father,  Son,  and  Spirit,  we, 

Dust  and  ashes,  would  adore  ; 
Lightly  by  the  world  esteemed, 
From  that  world  by  Thee  redeemed, 
Sing  we  here,  with  glad  accord, 
Holy,  holy,  holy,  Lord ! 

3  Holy,  holy,  holy  !     All 

Heaven's  triumphant  choir  shall  sing, 
When  the  ransomed  nations  fall 

At  the  footstool  of  their  King : 
Then  shall  saints  and  seraphim, 
Hearts  and  voices,  swell  one  hymn, 
Round  the  throne  with  full  accord, 
Holy,  holy,  holy,  Lord  ! 

James  Montgomery  (1771 — 1854),  1836,  1853 

1Q  8.7.4. 

IO      "  S/>eak,  for  Thy  servant  heareth." —  1  Sam.  iii,  10. 

i   In  Thy  Name,  O  Lord,  assembling, 
We,  Thy  people,  now  draw  near: 

.  Teach  us  to  rejoice  with  trembling; 
Speak,  and  let  Thy  servants  hear, 

Hear  with  meekness, 
Hear  Thy  Word  with  godly  fear. 


OPKNING   HYMNS.  17 

2  While  our  days  on  earth  are  lengthened, 

May  we  give  them,  Lord,  to  Thee  ; 
Cheered  by  hope,  and  daily  strengthened, 
May  we  run,  nor  weary  be, 

Till  Thy  glory 
Without  clouds  in  Heaven  we  see. 

3  There  in  worship  purer,  sweeter, 

Thee  Thy  people  shall  adore ; 
Tasting  of  enjoyment  greater 

Far  than  thought  conceived  before  ; 

Full  enjoyment, 
Full,  unmixed,  and  evermore. 

Rev.  Thomas  Kelly  (1769 — 1855),  181 5. 

^v>  Dismission. 

i  Lord,  dismiss  us  with  Thy  blessing, 
Fill  our  hearts  with  joy  and  peace  ; 
Let  us  now,  Thy  love  possessing, 
Triumph  in  redeeming  grace  : 

O  refresh  us, 
Travelling  through  this  wilderness. 

2  Thanks  we  give,  and  adoration, 

For  Thy  Gospel's  joyful  sound  : 
May  the  fruits  of  Thy  salvation 
In  our  hearts  and  lives  abound ; 

May  Thy  presence 
With  us  evermore  be  found. 

3  So,  whene'er  the  signal's  given 

Us  from  earth  to  call  away, 
Borne  on  angels'  wings  to  Heaven, 
Glad  the  summons  to  obey, 

May  we  ever 
Reign  with  Christ  in  endless  day. 

Rev.  John  Fawcett  (1739 — 1817),  1477. 


18  OPENING   AND   CLOSING. 

«A  L.  M.     61. 

«yU  "■Unto  the  Lord."— Rom    xiv,  8. 

i  When,  streaming  from  the  eastern  skies, 
The  morning  light  salutes  mine  eyes, 
O  Sun  of  Righteousness  Divine, 
On  me  with  beams  of  mercy  shine: 
Chase  the  dark  clouds  of  guilt  away, 
And  turn  my  darkness  into  day. 

2  And  when  to  Heaven's  all-glorious  King 
My  morning  sacrifice  I  bring, 

And,  mourning  o'er  my  guilt  and  shame, 
Ask  mercy  in  my  Saviour's  Name, 
Then,  Jesus,  cleanse  me  with  Thy  blood, 
And  be  my  advocate  with  God. 

3  When  each  day's  scenes  and  labors  close, 
And  wearied  nature  seeks  repose, 
With  pardoning  mercy  richly  blest, 
Guard  me,  my  Saviour,  while  I  rest ; 
And  as  each  morning  sun  shall  rise, 

O  lead  me  onward  to  the  skies. 

4  And  at  my  life's  last  setting  sun, 
My  conflicts  o'er,  my  labors  done, 
Jesus,  Thy  Heavenly  radiance  shed, 
To  cheer  and  bless  my  dying  bed  ; 
And  from  death's  gloom  my  spirit  raise, 
To  see  Thy  face,  and  sing  Thy  praise. 

William  Shrubsole,  Jr.  (1759— 1829),  1813.     Ab.  and  alt 

rtl  6.6.4.6.6.6.4. 

falX  The  Trinity  invoked. 

i  Come,  Thou  Almighty  King, 

Help  us  Thy  Name  to  sing, 

Help  us  to  praise: 


OPENING   AND   CLOSING.  J9 

Father  all-glorious, 
O'er  all  victorious, 
Come,  and  reign  over  us, 
Ancient  of  days. 

Jesus,  our  Lord,  arise ; 
Scatter  our  enemies, 

And  make  them  fall  ; 
Let  Thine  almighty  aid 
Our  sure  defence  be  made  ; 
Our  souls  on  Thee  be  stayed : 

Lord,  hear  our  call. 

Come,  Thou  Incarnate  Word, 
Gird  on  Thy  mighty  sword, 

Our  prayer  attend : 
Come,  and  Thy  people  bless, 
And  give  Thy  Word  success  : 
Spirit  of  Holiness, 

On  us  descend. 

Come,  Holy  Comforter, 
Thy  sacred  witness  bear 

In  this  glad  hour  : 
Thou  who  Almighty  art, 
Now  rule  in  every  heart, 
And  ne'er  from  us  depart, 

Spirit  of  Power. 

To  the  great  One  and  Three 
Eternal  praises  be 

Hence,  evermore. 
His  Sovereign  Majesty 
May  we  in  glory  see, 
And  to  eternity 

Love  and  adore. 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley  (1708— 1788),  1757. 


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22 


23 


7. 

Seeking  after  God. — Jek.   xxix.    13. 


i   Lord,  we  come  before  Thee  now, 
At  Thy  feet  we  humbly  bow; 
O  do  not  our  suit  disdain, 
Shall  we  seek  Thee,  Lord,  in  vain  ? 

2  Lord,  on  Thee  our  souls  depend 
In  compassion,  now  descend; 

Fill  our  hearts  with  Thy  rich  grace, 
Tune  our  lips  to  sing  Thy  praise. 

3  In  Thine  own  appointed  way, 
Now  we  seek  Thee,  here  we  stay: 
Lord,  we  know  not  how  to  go, 
Till  a  blessing  Thou  bestow. 

4  Send  some  message  from  Thy  Word, 
That  may  joy  and  peace  afford; 

Let  Thy  Spirit  now  impart 
Full  salvation  to  each  heart. 

5  Comfort  those  who  weep  and  mourn, 
Let  the  time  of  joy  return; 

Heal  the  sick,  the  captive  free, 
Let  us  all  rejoice  in  Thee. 

Rev.  William  Hammond  ( — 1783),  1745.     Ab. 


7. 
Sabbath  Evening. 

For  the  mercies  of  the  day, 
For  this  rest  upon  our  way, 
Thanks  to  Thee  alone  be  given, 
Lord  of  earth,  and  King  of  Heaven. 

Cold  our  services  have  been, 
Mingled  every  prayer  with  sin; 
But  Thou  canst  and  wilt  forgive; 
By  Thy  grace  alone  we  live. 


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3  Whilst  this  thorny  path  we  tread, 
May  Thy  love  our  footsteps  lead; 
When  our  journey  here  is  past, 
May  we  rest  with  Thee  at  last. 

4  Let  these  earthly  Sabbaths  prove 
Foretastes  of  our  joys  above; 
While  their  steps  Thy  pilgrims  bend 
To  the  rest  which  knows  no  end. 

O.  P.,  1826.     Ab. 
M  i  Asking  of  Co:/.— 1  Kings  iii.  5. 

i  Come,  my  soul,  thy  suit  prepare, 
Jesus  loves  to  answer  prayer; 
Thou  art  coming  to  a  King, 
Large  petitions  with  thee  bring. 

2  With  my  burden  I  begin, 
Lord,  remove  this  load  of  sin; 
Let  Thy  blood,  for  sinners  spilt, 
Set  my  conscience  free  from  guilt. 

3  Lord,  I  come  to  Thee  for  rest, 
Take  possession  of  my  breast; 

There  Thy  blood-bought  right  maintain, 
And  without  a  rival  reign. 

4  While  I  am  a  pilgrim  here, 
Let  Thy  love  my  spirit  cheer; 

As  my  Guide,  my  Guard,  my  Friend, 
Lead  me  to  my  journey's  end. 

5  Show  me  what  I  have  to  do, 
Every  hour  my  strength  renew; 
Let  me  live  a  life  of  faith, 

Let  me  die  Thy  people's  death. 

Rev   John  Newton  (1725 — 1807I,  1779.     Ab. 


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OPENING   AND   CLOSING. 

7. 
The  fading  Light. 

i  Softly  now  the  light  of  day 
Fades  upon  my  sight  away; 
Free  from  care,  from  labor  free, 
Lord,  I  would  commune  with  Thee. 

2  Thou,  whose  all -pervading  eye 
Naught  escapes,  without,  within, 
Pardon  each  infirmity, 

Open  fault,  and  secret  sin. 

3  Soon,  for  me,  the  light  of  day 
Shall  forever  pass  away: 
Then,  from  sin  and  sorrow  free, 
Take  me,  Lord,  to  dwell  with  Thee. 

4  Thou  who,  sinless,  yet  hast  known 
All  of  man's  infirmity; 

Then,  from  Thine  eternal  throne, 
Jesus,  look  with  pitying  eye. 

Bp.  George  Washington  Doane  (1799 — 1859),  ^24 


26 


7. 

For  the  coming  -week. — Ps. 


i  Through  the  passing  of  the  week, 
Father,  we  Thy  presence  seek: 
'Midst  this  world's  deceitful  maze 
Keep  us,  Lord,  in  all  our  ways. 

2  O,  what  snares  our  path  beset! 
O,  what  cares  our  spirits  fret! 
Let  no  earthly  thing,  we  pray, 
Draw  our  souls  from  Thee  away. 

3  Thou  hast  set  our  daily  task, 

Grace  and  strength  from  Thee  we  ask 
Thou  our  joys  and  griefs  dost  send, 
To  Thy  will  our  spirits  bend. 


OPENING    HYMNS.  23 

Still  in  duty's  lowly  round 
Be  our  patient  footsteps  found: 
With  Thy  counsel  guide  us  here, 
Till  in  glory  we  appear. 

Bp'  William  \\  alsham  How  (1823—),  1872.     Ab. 


27 


L.  M. 
"  Christ  always  with  His  people. 


Jesus,  where'er  Thy  people  meet. 
There  they  behold  Thy  Mercy-seat; 

Where'er  they  seek  Thee.  Thou  art  found. 
And  every  place  is  hallowed  ground. 
For  Thou,  within  no  walls  confined, 
Inhabitest  the  humble  mind; 
Such  ever  bring  Thee  where  they  come. 
And,  going,  take  Thee  to  their  home. 
Dear  Shepherd  of  Thy  chosen  few, 
Thy  former  mercies  here  renew; 
Here  to  our  waiting  hearts  proclaim 
The  sweetness  of  Thy  saving  Name. 
Here  may  we  prove  the  power  of  prayer 
To  strengthen  faith,  and  sweeten  care. 
To  teach  our  faint  desires  to  rise, 
And  bring  all  Heaven  before  our  eye-. 
Lord,  we  are  few,  but  Thou  art  near ; 
Xor  short  Thine  arm,  nor  deaf  Thine  ear  : 
O  rend  the  heavens,  come  quickly  down, 
And  make  a  thousand  hearts  Thine  own. 

William  Cowper  (1731 — 180c),  1760.     Al, 


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L.  M. 
"  "jfam  lucis  or  to  sidere" 

While  now  the  daylight  fills  the  sky 
We  lift  our  hearts  to  God  on  high. 
That  He,  in  all  we  do  or  say, 
Would  keep  us  free  from  harm  to-day 


24  OPENING   AND   CLOSING. 

2  So  when  the  daylight  leaves  the  sky, 
And  night's  dark  hours  once  more  are  nigh, 
May  we,  unsoiled  by  sinful  stain, 
Sing  glory  to  our  God  again. 

Ambrose  of  Milan  (340 — 397). 
Tr.  by  Rev.  John  Mason  Neale  (1818— 1866),  Ab.  and  alt. 

00  L  M 

hiyj  The  Love  of  God  shed  abroad  111  the  Heart. — Eph.  iii.  16. 

i  Come,  dearest  Lord,  descend  and  dwell, 
By  faith  and  love,  in  every  breast; 
Then  shall  we  know,  and  taste,  and  feel, 
The  joys  that  cannot  be  exprest. 

2  Come,  fill  our  hearts  with  inward  strength ; 

Make  our  enlarged  souls  possess, 
And  learn  the  height  and  breadth  and 
Of  Thine  immeasurable  grace,  [length 

3  Now  to  the  God,  whose  power  can  do 

More  than  our  thoughts  or  wishes  know, 
Be  everlasting  honors  done, 

By  all  the  church,  thro'  Christ,  His  Son. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts  (1674 — 1748),  1709. 

Ort  L.  M.      ..       ( Abridged  form.) 

OU  "  Gott  ist  gcgenwartig  ■   O  /asset  uns  anbeten." 

i   Lo,  God  is  here  :  let  us  adore, 

And  own  how  dreadful  is  this  place  ; 
Let  all  within  us  feel  His  power, 
And  silent  bow7  before  His  face. 

2  Lo,  God  is  here  :  Him  day  and  night 

United  choirs  of  angels  sing  ; 
To  Him,  enthroned  above  all  height, 
Let  saints  their  humble  worship  bring. 

3  Lord  God  of  hosts,  O  may  our  praise 

Thy  courts  with  grateful  incense  fill  ; 


31 


OPENING    AND    CLOSING.  25 

Still  may  we  stand  before  Thy  face, 
Still  hear  and  do  Thy  sovereign  will. 

Gerhard  Tersteegen  (1697 — 1769^,  1731. 
Tr.  by  Rev.  John  Wesley  U7°3 — 1791)>  J739-     Ab.  and  alt. 

S.  M. 
"Ask  zvhat  I  shall  give  thee  " — 1  Kings  iii.  5. 

i  Behold  the  throne  of  grace  ! 
The  promise  calls  me  near ; 
There  Jesus  shows  a  smiling  face, 
And  waits  to  answer  prayer, 

2  My  soul,  ask  what  thou  wilt, 

Thou  canst  not  be  too  bold  ; 
Since  His  own  blood  for  thee  He  spilt, 
What  else  can  He  withhold  ? 

3  Thine  image,  Lord,  bestow, 

Thy  presence  and  Thy  love  ; 
I  ask  to  serve  Thee  here  below, 
And  reign  with  Thee  above. 

\  Teach  me  to  live  by  faith, 
Conform  my  will  to  Thine, 
Let  me  victorious  be  in  death, 
And  then  in  glory  shine. 

Rev.  John  Newton  (1725—1807),  1779.     Ab 


32 


S  M 
Importunity  in  Prayer. — Lukh  xvni    1-7. 

Our  Lord,  who  knows  full  well 
The  heart  of  every  saint, 

Invites  us  all  our  griefs  to  tell, 
To  pray,  and  never  faint. 

He  bows  His  gracious  ear, 
We  never  plead  in  vain  ; 

Yet  we  must  wait  till  He  appear, 
And  pray,  and  pray  again. 


26  OPENING   HYMNS. 

3  Jesus,  the  Lord,  will  hear 

His  chosen  when  they  cry  ; 
And  though  He  may  a  while  forbear, 
He'll  help  them  from  on  high. 

4  Then  let  us  earnest  be, 

And  never  faint  in  prayer  ; 
He  loves  our  inmortunity, 

And  makes  our  cause  His  care. 

Rev    John  Newton  (1725— 1807),  1779.     Ab-  and  a,t- 

OO  S.  M. 

Jw  "Sweet  is  the  Work." 

i  Sweet  is  the  work,  O  Lord, 
Thy  glorious  acts  to  sing, 
To  praise  Thy  Name,  and  hear  Thy  Word, 
And  grateful  off 'rings  bring. 

2  Sweet,  at  the  dawning  light, 

Thy  boundless  love  to  tell ; 
And,  when  approach  the  shades  of  night, 
Still  on  the  theme  to  dwell. 

3  Sweet,  on  this  day  of  rest, 

To  join  in  heart  and  voice 
With  those  who  love  and  serve  Thee  best, 
And  in  Thy  Name  rejoice. 

4  To  songs  of  praise  and  joy 

Be  every  Sabbath  given, 
That  such  may  be  our  blest  employ 
Eternally  in  Heaven. 

Miss  Harriet  Auber  (1773 — 1862),  1829.     Alt 

OA  s.  M. 

<J~S  Glory  begun 

i  Come,  we  that  love  the  Lord, 
And  let  our  joys  be  known  : 
Join  in  a  song  of  sweet  accord, 
And  thus  surround  the  throne. 


OPENING    HYMNS.  27 

2  Let  those  refuse  to  sing 

That  never  knew  our  God  ; 
But  favorites  of  the  heavenly  King 
May  speak  their  joys  abroad. 

3  The  men  of  grace  have  found 

Glory  begun  below  ; 
Celestial  fruits  on  earthly  ground 
From  faith  and  hope  may  grow. 

4  The  hill  of  Zion  yields 

A  thousand  sacred  sweets 
Before  we  reach  the  heavenly  fields, 
Or  walk  the  golden  streets. 

5  Then  let  our  songs  abound, 

And  every  tear  be  dry  ; 
We're  marching  thro'  Immanuel's ground 
To  fairer  worlds  on  high. 

Rev.  Isam:  Watts  (1674— 1748),  1709      Ab. 

or  S.  M. 

00  The  Sabbath  given  to  our  Fathers. — Ps.  lxxxi 

i  Sing  to  the  Lord,  our  Might, 
With  holy  fervor  sing  ; 
Let  hearts  and  instruments  unite 
To  praise  our  heavenly  King. 

2  This  is  His  holy  house, 

And  this  His  festal  day, 
When  He  accepts  the  humblest  vows 
That  we  sincerely  pay. 

3  The  Sabbath  to  our  sires 

In  mercy  first  was  given  ; 
The  Church  her  Sabbaths  still  requires 
To  speed  her  on  to  Heaven. 


28  CLOSING    HYMNS. 

4  We  still,  like  them  of  old, 

Are  in  the  wilderness  ; 
And  God  is  still  as  near  His  fold, 
To  pity  and  to  bless. 

5  Then  let  us  open  wide 

Our  hearts  for  Him  to  fill ; 
And  He  that  Israel  then  supplied, 
Will  help  His  Israel  still. 


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37 


Rev.  Henry  Francis  Lyte  (1793 — I847),  1834. 

S    M 
The  Day  far  spent. — Luke  xxiv.  29. 

The  day,  O  Lord,  is  spent, 

Abide  with  us,  and  rest ; 
Our  hearts'  desires  are  fully  bent 

On  making  Thee  our  guest. 
We  have  not  reached  that  land, 

That  happy  land,  as  yet, 
Where  holy  angels  round  Thee  stand, 

Whose  sun  can  never  set. 
Our  sun  is  sinking  now, 

Our  day  is  almost  o'er  ; 
O  Sun  of  Righteousness,  do  Thou 

Shine  on  us  evermore. 

Rev   John  Mason  Neale  (1818— 1866),  1854 

S    M. 
The  Worship  that  never  ceases. 

Our  day  of  praise  is  done ; 

The  evening  shadows  fall ; 
Yet  pass  not  from  us  with  the  sun, 

True  Light  that  lightenest  all. 
Around  the  throne  on  high 

Where  night  can  never  be, 
The  white-robed  harpers  of  the  sky 

Bring  ceaseless  hymns  to  Thee. 


38 


CLOSING    HYMNS.  29 

Too  faint  our  anthems  here  ; 

Too  soon  of  praise  we  tire  ; 
But,  O  the  strains,  how  full  and  clear, 

Of  that  eternal  choir. 

Yet,  Lord,  to  Thy  dear  will 

If  Thou  attune  the  heart, 
We  in  Thine  angels'  music  still 

May  bear  our  lower  part. 

'Tis  Thine  each  soul  to  calm, 
Each  wayward  thought  reclaim, 

And  make  our  daily  life  a  psalm 
Of  glory  to  Thy  Name. 

A  little  while,  and  then 

Shall  come  the  glorious  end  ; 

And  songs  of  angels  and  of  men 
In  perfect  praise  shall  blend. 

Rev.  John  Ellerton  (1826—),  1867. 

S.  M. 
''Hath  not  where  to  lay  His  Head  " — Llke  ix    58 

i  Almighty  God,  to-night 
To  Thee  for  help  we  pray ; 
To  whom  the  darkness  is  as  light, 
And  midnight  like  the  day. 

2  Thy  tender  kwe  and  care 

Prepares  our  peaceful  bed  ; 
But  Thou,  O  Saviour,  hadst  not  where 
To  lay  Thy  blessed  head 

3  O  keep  us  now  from  harm, 

As  Thou  hast  done  before ; 
And  let  Thine  everlasting  arm 
Be  round  us  evermore. 


30  MORNING   AND   EVENING. 

4  Let  holy  angels  stand 
About  us  every  night, 
Until  they  bear  us  to  the  land 
Of  everlasting  light. 

Rev.  John  Mason  Neale  (1818— 1866),  1854.     Ab 

QQ  L-  M. 

\J  yj  Morning  Hym  n . 

i  Awake,  my  soul,  and  with  the  sun 
Thy  daily  stage  of  duty  run ; 
Shake  off  dull  sloth,  and  joyful  rise 
To  pay  thy  morning  sacrifice. 

2  Wake,  and  lift  up  thyself,  my  heart, 
And  with  the  angels  bear  thy  part, 
Who,  all  night  long,  unwearied  sing 
High  praise  to  the  eternal  King. 

3  All  praise  to  Thee  who  safe  hast  kept, 
And  hast  refreshed  me  whilst  I  slept ; 
Grant,  Lord,  when  I  from  death  shall  wake, 
I  may  of  endless  life  partake. 

4  Lord,  I  my  vows  to  Thee  renew ; 
Disperse  my  sins  as  morning  dew  ; 
Guide  my  first  springs  of  thought  and  will, 
And  with  Thyself  my  spirit  fill. 

5  Direct,  control,  suggest  this  day, 
All  I  design,  or  do,  or  say  ; 

That  all  my  powers,  with  all  their  might, 
In  Thy  sole  glory  may  unite. 

Bp   Thomas  Ken  (1637 — 1711),  1697,  1709.     Ab. 

Ar\  LM 

TtV  Evening  Hymn. 

i  All  praise  to  Thee,  my  God,  this  night, 
For  all  the  blessings  of  the  light : 
Keep  me,  O  keep  me,  King  of  kings, 
Beneath  Thine  own  almighty  wings. 


MORNING   AND    EVENING.  31 

2  Forgive  me,  Lord,  for  Thy  dear  Son, 
The  ill  that  I  this  day  have  done  ; 
That  with  the  world,  myself,  and  Thee, 
I,  ere  I  sleep,  at  peace  may  be. 

3  Teach  me  to  live,  that  I  may  dread 
The  grave  as  little  as  my  bed ; 

To  die,  that  this  vile  body  may 
Rise  glorious  at  the  awful  day. 

4  O  may  my  soul  on  Thee  repose, 

And  may  sweet  sleep  my  eyelids  close  ; 
Sleep,  that  shall  me  more  vigorous  make, 
To  serve  my  God  when  I  awake. 

5  When  in  the  night  I  sleepless  lie, 

My  soul  with  heavenly  thoughts  supply, 
Let  no  ill  dreams  disturb  my  rest, 
No  powers  of  darkness  me  molest. 

6  Praise  God,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow  ; 
Praise  Him,  all  creatures  here  below  ; 
Praise  Him  above,  ye  Heavenly  host ; 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 

Kp.  Thomas  Ken.     1697,  1709.     Ab. 

4.1  L-M- 

i  1  "Splendor  paternal  gloria." 

i  O  Jesus,  Lord  of  light  and  grace, 
Thou  Brightness  of  the  Father's  face, 
Thou  fountain  of  eternal  light, 
Whose  beams  disperse  the  shades  of  night. 

2  Come,  Holy  Sun  of  heavenly  love, 
Come  in  Thy  radiance  from  above, 
And  to  our  inward  hearts  convey 
The  Holy  Spirit's  cloudless  ray. 

3  May  He  our  actions  deign  to  bless, 
And  loose  the  bonds  of  wickedness : 


32  MORNING    AND    EVENING. 

From  sudden  falls  our  feet  defend, 
And  guide  us  safely  to  the  end. 
4  O  hallowed  thus  be  every  day  ; 
Let  meekness  be  our  morning  ray, 
Our  faith  like  noontide  splendor  glow, 
Our  souls  the  twilight  never  know. 

Ambrose  of  Milan  (340 — 397). 
Tr.  by  Rev.  John  Chandler  (i?o6— 1876),  1837.     Ab.  and  alt. 

A.0  LM- 

TT^d  "Abide  with  us." — Luke  xxiv.  29. 

i  Sun  of  my  soul,  Thou  Saviour  dear, 
It  is  not  night  if  Thou  be  near : 
O  may  no  earth-born  cloud  arise 
To  hide  Thee  from  Thy  servant's  eyes. 

2  When  the  soft  dews  of  kindly  sleep 
My  wearied  eyelids  gently  steep, 

Be  my  last  thought,  how  sweet  to  rest 
Forever  on  my  Saviour's  breast. 

3  Abide  with  me  from  morn  till  eve, 
For  without  Thee  I  cannot  live  ; 
Abide  with  me  when  night  is  nigh, 
For  without  Thee  I  dare  not  die. 

4  If  some  poor  wandering  child  of  Thine 
Have  spurned,  to-day,  the  voice  divine  ; 
Now,  Lord,  the  gracious  work  begin  ; 
Let  him  no  more  lie  down  in  sin. 

5  Watch  by  the  sick ;  enrich  the  poor 
With  blessings  from  Thy  boundless  store  ; 
Be  every  mourner's  sleep  to-night, 
Like  infant's  slumbers,  pure  and  light. 

6  Come  near  and  bless  us  when  we  wake, 
Ere  through  the  world  our  way  we  take  ; 
Till,  in  the  ocean  of  Thy  love, 

We  lose  ourselves  in  Heaven  above. 

Re%'.  John  Keblc  (1792 — 1IG6),  1027.     Ab. 


MORNING   AND   EVENING.  33 

T"^  Evening  Praise  and  Prayer. — Ps.  iv. 

i  Thus  far  the  Lord  has  led  me  on, 

Thus  far  His  power  prolongs  my  days  ; 
And  every  evening  shall  make  known 
Some  fresh  memorial  of  His  grace. 

2  Much  of  my  time  has  run  to  waste, 

And  I  perhaps  am  near  my  home  ; 
But  He  forgives  my  follies  past,     [come. 
And    gives  me   strength    for   days    to 

3  I  lay  my  body  down  to  sleep  ; 

Peace  is  the  pillow  for  my  head, 
While  well-appointed  angels  keep 

Their  watchful  stations  round  my  bed. 

4  Faith  in  His  Name  forbids  my  fear ; 

0  ma>'  Thy  presence  ne'er  depart ; 
And,  in  the  morning,  make  me  hear 
The  love  and  kindness  of  Thy  heart. 

5  Thus,  when  the  night  of  death  shall  come, 

My  flesh  shall  rest  beneath  the  ground  ; 
And  wait  Thy  voice  to  rouse  my  tomb, 
With  sweet  salvation  in  the  sound. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts  (1674 — 1748),  1709.     Ah. 
T^1  Evening  Blessing. 

i  Saviour,  breathe  an  evening  blessing. 

Ere  repose  our  spirits  seal ; 
Sin  and  want  we  come  confessing. 

Thou  canst  save,  and  Thou  canst  heal. 
2  Though  destruction  walk  around  us, 

Though  the  arrow  past  us  fly, 
Angel-guards  from  Thee  surround  us, 

We  are  safe,  if  Thou  art  nigh. 
5  Though  the  night  be  dark  and  drear}', 

Darkness  cannot  hide  from  Thee  ; 


34  EVENING. 

Thou  art  He  who,  never  weary, 
Watchest  where  Thy  people  be. 
4  Should  swift  death  this  night  o'ertake  us, 
And  our  couch  become  our  tomb, 

May  the  morn  in  Heaven  awake  us, 
Clad  in  light  and  deathless  bloom. 

James  Edmeston  (1791 — 1867),  1S20. 
i{J  Evening  Shadows. 

i  Tarry  with  me,  O  my  Saviour, 
For  the  day  is  passing  by ; 
See,  the  shades  of  evening  gather, 
And  the  night  is  drawing  nigh. 

2  Deeper,  deeper  grow  the  shadows, 

Paler  now  the  glowing  west ; 
Swift  the  night  of  death  advances ; 
Shall  it  be  the  night  of  rest  ? 

3  Feeble,  trembling,  fainting,  dying, 

Lord,  I  cast  myself  on  Thee  ; 
Tarry  with  me  through  the  darkness  ; 
While  I  sleep,  still  watch  by  me. 

4  Tarry  with  me,  O  my  Saviour ; 

Lay  my  head  upon  Thy  breast 
Till  the  morning,  then  awake  me  : 
Morning  of  eternal  rest. 

Mrs.  Caroline  Sprague  Smith  (1827 —        ),  1855.     Ab. 

ACt  8.7. 

TTU  An  Evening  Prayer. 

i  Hear  my  prayer,  O  Heavenly  Father, 

Ere  I  lay  me  down  to  sleep  : 
Bid  Thine  angels,  pure  and  holy, 

Round  my  bed  their  vigil  keep. 
2  Great  my  sins  are,  but  Thy  mercy 

Far  outweighs  them  every  one  ; 


EVENING.  35 

Down  before  Thy  cross  I  cast  them, 
Trusting  in  Thy  help  alone. 

3  Keep  me,  through  this  night  of  peril, 

Underneath  its  boundless  shade  ; 
Take  me  to  Thy  rest,  I  pray  Thee, 
When  my  pilgrimage  is  made. 

4  None  shall  measure  out  Thy  patience 

By  the  span  of  human  thought ; 
None  shall  bound  the  tender  mercies 
Which  Thy  holy  Son  has  brought. 

5  Pardon  all  my  past  transgressions  ; 

Give  me  strength  for  days  to  come  ; 
Guide  and  guard  me  with  Thy  blessing, 
Till  Thine  angels  bid  me  home. 

Miss  Harriet  Parr,  1S56.     SI.  alt. 
T"/  Our  Need  of  God.— Vs.  cxxvii. 

i  Vainly  through  night's  weary  hours, 
Keep  we  watch,  lest  foes  alarm  ; 
Vain  our  bulwarks,  and  our  towers, 
But  for  God's  protecting  arm. 

2  Vain  were  all  our  toil  and  labor, 

Did  not  God  that  labor  bless  ; 
Vain,  without  His  grace  and  favor, 
Every  talent  we  possess. 

3  Vainer  still  the  hope  of  Heaven, 

That  on  human  strength  relies  ; 
But  to  him  shall  help  be  given, 
Who  in  humble  faith  applies. 

4  Seek  we,  then,  the  Lord's  Anointed  ; 

He  will  grant  us  peace  and  rest  ; 
Ne'er  was  suppliant  disappointed, 

Who  thro'  Christ  his  prayer  addressed. 

Miss  Harriet  Auber  (1773 — 186:),  1826. 


36  MORNING. 

40  11.4  0. 

iO  Walking  in  the  Light  of  the  Lord. — Is.  ii.  5. 

i   Now,  when  the  dusky  shades  of  night 
retreating 
Before  the  sun's  red  banner  swiftly  flee  ; 
Now,  when  the  terrors  of  the  dark  are 
fleeting, 
O  Iyord,  we  lift  our  thankful  hearts  to 
Thee. 

2  Look  from  the  height  of  Heaven,  and  send 

to  cheer  us 

Thy  light  and  truth,  and  guide  us  on- 
ward still ; 
Still  let  Thy  mercy,  as  of  old,  be  near  us, 

And  lead  us  safely  to  Thy  holy  Hill. 

3  So,  when  that  Morn  of  endless  light  is 

waking, 
And  shades  of  evil  from  its  splendors 

flee, 
Safe  may  we  rise,  this  earth's  dark  vale 

forsaking, 
Through  all  the  long  bright  Day  to  dwell 

with  Thee. 

Rev.  Benjamin  Hall  Kennedy  (1804 —         ),  1863. 

Aft  "•■ 8-  7-  7- 

±\J  "  Te  Deum  Laudamus." 

i  Hark  !  the  loud  celestial  hymn, 
Angel-choirs  above  are  raising  ; 
Cherubim  and  seraphim 

In  unceasing  chorus  praising, 
Fill  the  heav'ns  with  sweet  accord  : 
Holy  !  holy  !  hoi)-  Lord  ! 
2  Iyo!  the  apostolic  train 

Join  Thy  sacred  Name  to  hallow ! 
Prophets  swell  the  loud  refrain, 


EVENING  3 

And  the  white-robed  martyrs  follow  ; 
And  from  morn  till  set  of  sun, 
Through  the  Church  the  song  goes  on. 

Holy  Father,  Holy  Son, 

Holy  Spirit,  Three  we  name  Thee, 
While  in  essence,  only  One, 

Undivided  God,  we  claim  Thee  ; 
And,  adoring,  bend  the  knee, 
While  we  own  the  mystery. 
Spare  Thy  people,  Lord,  we  pray, 

By  a  thousand  snares  surrounded  : 
Keep  us  without  sin  to-day, 

Never  let  us  be  confounded. 
Lo!  I  put  my  trust  in  Thee, 
Never,  Lord,  abandon  me. 

Rev   Clarence  Augustus  Walworth  (1820 —         ),  1853.     A 


50 


6.5. 
The  Day  is  over. 

i   Now  the  day  is  over, 

Night  is  drawing  nigh, 
Shadows  of  the  evening 
Steal  across  the  sky. 

2  Jesus,  give  the  weary 

Calm  and  sweet  repose  ; 
With  Thy  tenderest  blessing 
May  our  eyelids  close. 

3  Grant  to  little  children 

Visions  bright  of  Thee  ; 
Guard  the  sailors  tossing 
On  the  deep  blue  sea. 

4  Through  the  long  night-watches 

May  Thine  angels  spread 

Their  white  wings  above  me, 

Watching  round  my  bed. 


38  EVENING. 

5  When  the  morning  wakens, 
Then  may  I  arise, 
Pure  and  fresh  and  sinless 
In  Thy  holy  eyes. 

Rev.  Sabine  Baring-Gould  (1834 —        ),  1865.     Ab 


L.M.     61. 
"  The  Lord  is  my  Light." — Ps.  xxvii 


51 

1  SwEET  Saviour,  bless  us  ere  we  go  ; 

Thy  word  into  our  minds  instill  ; 
And  make  our  luke-warm  hearts  to  glow 

With  lowly  love  and  fervent  will. 
Through  life's  long  day  and  death's  dark 
O  gentle  Jesus,  be  our  Light.  [night, 

2  The  day  is  done,  its  hours  have  run  ; 

And  Thou  hast  taken  count  of  all — 
The  scanty  triumphs  grace  hath  won, 

The  broken  vow,  the  frequent  fall. 
Through  life's  long  day  and  death's  dark 
O  gentle  Jesus,  be  our  Light.         [night, 

3  Grant  us,  dear  Lord,  from  evil  ways 

True  absolution  and  release  ; 
And  bless  us,  more  than  in  past  days, 

With  purity  and  inward  peace. 
Through  life's  long  day  and  death's  dark 
O  gentle  Jesus,  be  our  Light.         [night, 

4  Do  more  than  pardon  ;  give  us  joy, 

Sweet  fear,  and  sober  liberty, 
And  loving  hearts  without  alloy, 

That  only  long  to  be  like  Thee. 
Through  life's  long  day  and  death's  dark 
O  gentle  Jesus,  be  our  Light.         [night, 


MORNING    AND    EVENING.  39 

For  all  we  love,  the  poor,  the  sad, 
The  sinful,  unto  Thee  we  call ; 

O  let  Thy  mercy  make  us  glad  ; 
Thou  art  our  Jesus  and  our  All. 

Through  life's  long  day  and  death's  dark 

O  gentle  Jesus,  be  our  Light.         [night, 

Rev.  Frederick  William  Faber  (,1814 — 1863),  1849.     Ab. 


7.7.7.5. 
Three  in  One.  and  One  in  Three. 


52 

i  Three  in  One,  and  One  in  Three. 
Ruler  of  the  earth  and  sea, 
Hears  us,  while  we  lift  to  Thee 
Hol}r  chant  and  psalm. 

2  Light  of  lights,  with  morning,  shine  : 
Lift  on  us  Thy  light  divine ; 

And  let  charity  benign 

Breathe  on  us  her  balm. 

3  Light  of  lights,  when  falls  the  even, 
Let  it  close  on  sin  forgiven  ; 

Fold  us  in  the  peace  of  Heaven, 
Shed  a  holy  calm. 

4  Three  in  One,  and  One  in  Three, 
Dimly  here  we  worship  Thee  : 
With  the  saints  hereafter  we 

Hope  to  bear  the  palm. 

Rev.  Gilbert  Rorison  (1821—1869),  1850.     Alt. 

TO  7.6.  8.  8. 

vj  O  "  The  Day  is  past.' ' 

i  The  day  is  past  and  over ; 

All  thanks,  O  Lord,  to  Thee ; 
I  pray  Thee  that  offenceless 

The  hours  of  dark  ma}'  be  : 
O  Jesus,  keep  me  in  Thy  sight, 

And  save  me  through  the  coming  night 


40  EVENING. 

2  The  toils  of  day  are  over : 

We  raise  our  hymn  to  Thee, 
And  ask,  that  free  from  peril, 

The  hours  of  dark  may  be : 
O  Jesus,  keep  us  in  Thy  sight, 
And  guard  us  through  the  coming  night. 

3  Be  Thou  our  souls'  Preserver, 

O  God,  for  Thou  dost  know 
How  many  are  the  perils 

Through  which  we  have  to  go : 
O  loving  Jesus,  hear  our  call, 
And  guard  and  save  us  from  them  all. 

Bp.  Anatolius  of  Constantinople  (       — 458V 
Tr.  by  Rev.  John  Mason  Neale  (1818— 1866),  1862.     Ab. 

rA  11.  41.  H.5. 

0  i"   "  The  Darkness  and  the  Light  are  both  alike  to  Thee." 

i   Now  God  be  with  us,  for  the  night  is 

closing : 
The    light    and    darkness    are    of     His 

disposing, 
And  'neath  His  shadow  here  to  rest  we 

yield  us, 

For  He  will  shield  us. 

2  Let  evil  thoughts  and  spirits  flee  before  us ; 
Till  morning  cometh,  watch,  O  Master, 

o'er  us  ; 
In  soul  and  body  Thou  from  harm  defend 
us, 
Thine  angels  send  us. 

3  We  have  no  refuge  ;  none  on  earth  to  aid 

us, 
Save  Thee,  O  Father,  who  Thine  own  hast 
made  us  ; 


EVENING.  41 

But  Thy  dear  presence  will  not  leave  them 
lonely 
Who  seek  Thee  only. 

4   Father,  Thy  Name  be  praised,  Thy  King- 
dom given, 
Thy    will  be  done  on    earth    as    'tis    in 

Heaven, 
Keep  us  in  life,  forgive  our  sins,  deliver 
Us  now  and  ever. 

"  Bohemian  Brethren  Collection,"  15:51. 
Tr.  by  Miss  Catherine  Winkworth  (1829—1878),  1863.     Ab. 

rr  ,     10. 

90  "  Fast  falls  the  Eventide.'1'' 

i  Abide  with  me  :  fast  falls  the  eventide  ; 
The  darkness  deepens ;  Lord,    with   me 

abide  ; 
When    other   helpers  fail,  and  comforts 

flee, 
Help  of  the  helpless,  O  abide  with  me. 

2  Swift    to    its   close   ebbs  out  life's  little 

day  ; 
Earth's  joys  grow  dim,  its  glories  pass 

away  ; 
Change  and  decay  in  all  around  I  see  ; 
O  Thou,  who  changest  not,  abide  with 

me. 

3  I  need  Thy  presence  even'  passing  hour  : 
What  but  Thy  grace  can  foil  the  tempter's 

power  ? 
Who  like  Thvself  mv  guide  and  stav  can 

be? 
Through    cloud    and  sunshine,   O  abide 

with  me. 


42  EVENING. 

4  I  fear  no  foe,  with  Thee  at  hand  to  bless ; 
Ills  have  no  weight,  and  tears  no  bitter- 
ness ; 

Where  is  death's  sting?  where,  grave,  thy 

victory  ? 
I  triumph  still,  if  Thou  abide  with  me. 

5  Hold  Thou  Thy  cross  before  my  closing 

eyes  ; 
Shine  through  the  gloom  and  point  me  to 

the  skies  ; 
Heaven's   morning  breaks,  and   earth's 

vain  shadows  flee ; 
In  life,  in  death,  O  Lord,  abide  with  me. 

Rev.  Henry  Francis  Lyte  (1793 — 1847),  1847.     Ab. 

Pff  10.61. 

VW  "Fainter  and  yet  more  faint." 

i  The  day  is  gently  sinking  to  a  close, 
Fainter  and  yet  more  faint  the  sunlight 

glows ; 
O    brightness   of    Thy    Father's    glory, 

Thou, 
Eternal  Light  of  light,  be  with  us  now ; 
Where  Thou  art  present  daikness  cannot 

be: 
Midnight  is  glorious  noon,  O  Lord,  with 

Thee. 

2  Our  changeful  lives  are  ebbing  to  an  end, 
Onward  to  darkness  and  to  death  we  tend  ; 
O  Conqueror  of  the  grave,  be  Thou  our 

Guide, 
Be  Thou  our  light  in  death' s  dark  eventide ; 
Then  in  our  mortal  hour  will  be  no  gloom, 
No  sting  in  death,  no  terror  in  the  tomb. 


57 


EVENING.  43 

Thou,  who   in    darkness   walking   didst 

appear 
Upon  the  waves,  and  Thy  disciples  cheer, 
Come,    Lord,    in   lonesome   days,    when 

storms  assail, 
And  earthly  hopes  and  human  succors  fail : 
When  all  is  dark,  may  we  behold  Thee 

nigh, 
And  hear  Thy  voice,"  Fear  not,  for  it  is  I." 
The  weary  world  is  mouldering  to  decay, 
Its  glories  wane,  its  pageants  fade  away  : 
In  that  last  sunset,  when  the  stars  shall 

fall, 
May  we  arise,  awakened  by  Thy  call, 
With  Thee,  O  Lord,  forever  to  abide 
In  that  blest  Day  which  has  no  eventide. 

Bp.  Christopher  Wordsworth  (1807 — 1885),  1862 

L.  M.  D. 
Sunset  Prayer. — Mark  i.  32. 

At  even,  ere  the  sun  was  set, 

The  sick,  O  Lord,  around  Thee  lay  ; 
O  in  what  divers  pains  they  met, 

O  with  what  joy  they  went  away. 
Once  more  'tis  eventide,  and  we, 

Oppressed  with  various  ills,  draw  near  : 
What  if  Thy  form  we  cannot  see  ? 

We  know  and  feel  that  Thou  arc  here. 
O  Saviour  Christ,  our  woes  dispel, 

For  some  are  sick,  and  some  are  sad, 
And  some  have  never  loved  Thee  well, 

And  some  have  lost  the  love  they  had  ; 
And  none,  O  Lord,  have  perfect  rest, 

For  none  are  wholly  free  from  sin  : 
And  they  who  fain  would  serve  Thee  best, 

Are  conscious  most  of  wrong  within. 


58 


44  EVENING. 

3  O  Saviour  Christ,  Thou  too  art  Man  ; 
Thou  hast  been  troubled ,  tempted ,  tried ; 
Thy  kind  but  searching  glance  can  scan 
The  very  wounds  that  shame  would  hide ; 
Thy  touch  has  still  its  ancient  power, 

No  word  from  Thee  can  fruitless  fall ; 
Hear  in  this  solemn  evening  hour, 
And  in  Thy  mercy  heal  us  all. 

Rev.  Henry  T  wells  (1823—         ),  1868.     Ab. 

L.  M.  D. 
At  Home  with  God  ez>eryivhere. 

My  Lord,  how  full  of  sweet  content, 
I  pass  my  years  of  banishment : 
Where'er  I  dwell,  I  dwell  with  Thee, 
In  heaven,  in  earth,  or  on  the  sea. 
To  me  remains  nor  place,  nor  time  ; 
My  country  is  in  every  clime : 
I  can  be  calm  and  free  from  care 
On  any  shore,  since  God  is  there. 

While  place  we  seek,  or  place  we  shun, 
The  soul  finds  happiness  in  none  ; 
But  with  a  God  to  guide  our  way, 
'Tis  equal  joy,  to  go  or  stay. 
Could  I  be  cast  where  Thou  art  not, 
That  were  indeed  a  dreadful  lot ; 
But  regions  none  remote  I  call, 
Secure  of  finding  God  in  all. 

Madame  J.  B.  de  la  Motte  Guyon(i648 — 1717),  1702. 
Tr.  by  William  Cowper  (1731 — 1800),  1782.     Ab.  and  alt. 

P.  M. 
"Fad/tig,  still  fading." 

Fading,  still  fading,  the  last  beam  is  shin- 
ing, 
Father  in  Heaven,  the  day  is  declining, 
Safety  and  innocence  fly  with  the  light, 


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EVENING.  45 

Temptation  and  danger  walk  forth  with 

the  night  : 
From  the  fall  of  the  shade  till  the  morning 

bells  chime, 
Shield  me  from  danger,  save  me  from  crime. 
Father,  have  mercy,  Father,  have  mercy, 
Father,  have  mercy,  through  Jesus  Christ 

our  Lord. 

Father  in  Heaven,  O  hear  when  we  call, 
Hear  for  Christ's  sake,  who  is  Saviour  of 

all: 
Feeble  and  fainting,  we  trust  in  Thy  might ; 
In  doubting  and  darkness  Thy  love  be  our 

light  ; 
Let  us  sleep  on  Thy  breast  while  the  night 

taper  burns, 
Wake  in  Thy  arms  when  morning  returns. 

Father,  have  mercy,  etc. 

Unknown  Author,  1830. 


60 


7.  61. 
Evening  Hymn. 

Father,  by  Thy  love  and  power, 
Comes  again  the  evening  hour  ; 
Light  has  vanished,  labors  cease 
Weary  creatures  rest  in  peace  : 
We  to  Thee  ourselves  resign, 
Let  our  latest  thoughts  be  Thine. 

Saviour,  to  Thy  Father  bear 
This  our  feeble  evening  prayer ; 
Thou  hast  seen  how  oft  to-day 
We,  like  sheep,  have  gone  astray  ; 
Blessed  Saviour,  we,  through  Thee 
Pray  that  we  may  pardoned  be. 


61 


46  EVENING. 

3  Holy  Spirit,  Breath  of  balm, 
Fall  on  us  in  evening's  calm  ; 
Yet  awhile,  before  we  sleep, 
We  with  Thee  will  vigil  keep. 
Melt  our  spirits,  mould  our  will, 
Soften,  strengthen,  comfort  still. 

4  Blessed  Trinity,  be  near 

Through  the  hours  of  darkness  drear ; 
Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
Round  us  set  th'  angelic  Host, 
Till  the  flood  of  morning  rays 
Wake  us  to  a  song  of  praise. 

Prof.  Joseph  Anstice  (1808 — 1836),  1836.     Ab.  and  alt. 

10. 
"  Thy  Word  of  Peace." 

i  Saviour  ,  again  to  Thy  dear  name  we  raise , 
With  one  accord,  our  parting  hymn  of 

praise  ; 
We  rise  to  bless  Thee  ere  our   worship 

cease, 
Then,  lowly  kneeling,  wait  Thy  word  of 

peace. 

2  Grant  us  Thy  peace  upon  our  homeward 

way; 
With  Thee  began,  with  Thee  shall  end 

the  day  ; 
Guard  Thou  the  lips  from  sin,  the  hearts 

from  shame, 
That  in  this  house  have  called  upon  Thy 

Name. 

3  Grant  us  Thy  peace,  Lord,  through  the 

coming  night ; 
Turn  Thou  for  us  its  darkness  into  light  • 


MORNING.  47 

From  harm  and  danger  keep  Thy  chil- 
dren free : 

Darkness  and  light  are  both  alike  to 
Thee. 

4  Grant  us  Thy  peace  throughout  our  earth- 
ly  life, 

Our  balm  in  sorrow,  and  our  stay  in  strife  ; 

Then,  when  Thy  voice  shall  bid  our  con- 
flict cease, 

Call  us,  O  Lord,  to  Thine  eternal  peace. 

Rev.  John  Ellerton  (1826—        ),  1868. 


0  2  "The  Day  of  holy  Rest. ' ' 

i  Again  returns  the  day  of  holy  rest, 
Which,  when  He  made  the  world,  Jehovah 

blest, 
When,  like  His  own,  He  bade  our  labors 

cease, 
And  all  be  piety,  and  all  be  peace. 

2  Let  us  devote  this  consecrated  day 

To  learn  His  will,  and  all  we  learn  obey  ; 
So  shall  He  hear,  when  fervently  we  raise 
Our  supplications  and  our  songs  of  praise. 

3  Father  of  Heaven,   in  whom  our  hopes 

confide, 

Whose  power  defends  us,  and  whose  pre- 
cepts guide, 

In  life  our  Guardian,  and  in  death  our 
Friend, 

Glory  supreme  be  Thine,  till  time  shall 
end. 

Rev.  William  Mason  (:7?5 — 1797)..  1811 


48  THE   LORD'S   DAY. 


63 


7.6.  D. 
The  Day  which  the  Lord  hath  made." — Ps.  cxviii.  24 

i  O  day  of  rest  and  gladness, 

O  day  of  joy  and  light, 
O  balm  of  care  and  sadness, 

Most  beautiful,  most  bright: 
On  thee,  the  high  and  lowly, 

Through  ages  joined  in  tune, 
Sing  holy,  holy,  holy, 

To  the  Great  God  Triune. 

2  On  thee,  at  the  creation, 

The  light  first  had  its  birth  ; 
On  thee,  for  our  salvation, 

Christ  rose  from  depths  of  earth  ; 
On  thee  our  Lord,  victorious, 

The  vSpirit  sent  from  Heaven, 
And  thus  on  thee,  most  glorious, 

A  triple  light  was  given. 

3  To-day  on  wear}'  nations 

The  heavenly  manna  falls  ; 
To  holy  convocations 

The  silver  trumpet  calls, 
Where  gospel  light  is  glowing 

With  pure  and  radiant  beams, 
And  living  water  flowing 

With  soul-refreshing  streams. 

4  New  graces  ever  gaining 

From  this  our  day  of  rest, 
We  reach  the  rest  remaining 

To  spirits  of  the  blest ; 
To  Holy  Ghost  be  praises, 

To  Father,  and  to  Son  ; 
The  Church  her  voice  upraises 

To  Thee,  blest  Three  in  One. 

Bp.  Christopher  Wordsworth  (1807 — 1885),  1E62.     Ab    and  alt 


64 


65 


THE    LORD'S    DAY.  49 

7.  6.  D. 

' \va(Trd<7t(jj<;  rj/jupa. 

The  Day  of  Resurrection, 

Earth,  tell  it  out  abroad  : 
The  Passover  of  gladness, 

The  Passover  of  God. 
From  death  to  life  eternal, 

From  earth  unto  the  sky, 
Our  Christ  hath  brought  us  over, 

With  hymns  of  victory, 
Our  hearts  be  pure  from  evil, 

That  we  ma}'  see  aright 
The  Lord  in  rays  eternal 

Of  resurrection-light ; 
And,  listening  to  His  accents, 

May  hear,  so  calm  and  plain, 
His  own  "All  hail!"  and,  hearing, 

May  raise  the  victor-strain. 
Now  let  the  heavens  be  joyful ; 

Let  earth  her  song  begin  ; 
Let  the  round  world  keep  triumph, 

And  all  that  is  therein  ; 
Invisible  and  visible, 

Their  notes  let  all  things  blend, 
For  Christ  the  Lord  hath  risen 

Our  Joy  that  hath  no  end. 

John  of  Damascus  ( — c.  780.) 
Tr.  by  Rev.  John  Mason  Neale  (1818— 1866),  1862 

H.  M. 
Sabbath  Morning. 

Welcome,  delightful  morn, 

Thou  day  of  sacred  rest : 
I  hail  thy  kind  return ; 

Lord,  make  these  moments  blest ; 
From  the  low  train  of  mortal  toys 
I  soar  to  reach  immortal  joys.  :|| 


50  THK   LORD'S   DAY. 

2  Now  may  the  King  descend, 

And  fill  His  throne  of  grace : 
Thy  sceptre,  Lord,  extend, 

While  saints  address  Thy  face  ; 
Let  sinners  feel  Thy  quickening  word, 
|| :  And  learn  to  know  and  fear  the  Lord.  :|| 

3  Descend,  celestial  Dove, 

With  all  Thy  quickening  powers, 
Make  known  a  Saviour's  love, 

And  bless  these  sacred  hours  ; 
Then  shall  my  soul  new  life  obtain, 
|| :  Nor  sabbaths  e'er  be  spent  in  vain.  :|| 

Hayward.     In  John  Dobell's  Collection,  t8o6.     SI.  alt 


66 


H.  M. 
Longing  for  the  House  of  God. — Ps.  lxxxiv. 

i  Lord  of  the  worlds  above, 
How  pleasant  and  how  fair 
The  dwellings  of  Thy  love, 

Thine  earthly  temples  are  ! 
To  Thine  abode  my  heart  aspires, 
|| :  With  warm  desires,  to  see  my  God.  :|| 

2  O  happy  souls,  that  pray 

Where  God  appoints  to  hear ; 
O  happy  men,  that  pay 

Their  constant  service  there  . 
They  praise  Thee  still;  and  happy  they, 
|| :  That  love  the  way  to  Zion's  hill.  :|| 

3  They  go  from  strength  to  strength, 

Through  this  dark  vale  of  tears, 
Till  each  arrives  at  length, 

Till  each  in  Heaven  appears : 
O  glorious  seat,  when  God,  our  King, 
|| :  Shall  thither  bring  our  willing  feet !  :|| 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts  (1674—1748),  1719.     Ab 


THE    LORD'S    DAY.  51 

C7  7-61- 

Ij  /  "Safely,  through  another  Week." 

i  Safely,  through  another  week, 

God  hath  brought  us  on  our  way  ; 
Let  us  now  a  blessing  seek, 
Waiting  in  His  courts  to-day  : 
|| :  Day  of  all  the  week  the  best, 
Emblem  of  eternal  rest.  :|| 

2  While  we  pray  for  pardoning  grace, 

Through  the  dear  Redeemer's  Name, 
Show  Thy  reconciled  face, 

Take  away  our  sin  and  shame  ; 
|| :  From  our  worldly  cares  set  free, 
May  wre  rest  this  day  in  Thee.  :|| 

3  Here  we  come  Thy  Name  to  praise  ; 

May  we  feel  Thy  presence  near  : 
May  Thy  glory  meet  our  eyes, 

While  we  in  Thy  house  appear : 
|| :  Here  afford  us,  Lord,  a  taste 
Of  our  everlasting  feast.  :|| 

4  May  Thy  Gospel's  joyful  sound 

Conquer  sinners,  comfort  saints  ; 
Make  the  fruits  of  grace  abound, 

Bring  relief  for  all  complaints  ; 
|| :  Thus  may  all  our  Sabbaths  prove, 
Till  we  join  the  Church  aboYe.  :|| 

Rev.  John  Newton  U725 — &0l),  1779 

no  7.6  1. 

U©         "  The  Day  spring  from  on  high." — Luke   i.  78. 

i  Christ,  whose  glory  fills  the  skies, 
Christ,  the  true,  the  only  Light, 
Sun  of  Righteousness,  arise, 

Triumph  o'er  the  shades  of  night : 
|| :  Day  spring  from  on  high,  be  near. 
Day-star,  in  our  hearts  appear.  :|| 


52  TIIK   LORD'S   DAY. 

2  Dark  and  cheerless  is  the  morn, 

Unillumined,  Lord,  by  Thee  ; 
Joyless  is  the  day's  return, 

Till  Thy  mercy's  beams  we  see  ; 
|| :  Lord,  Thine  inward  light  impart, 
Cheering  each  benighted  heart.  :|| 

3  Visit  every  soul  of  Thine, 

Pierce  the  gloom  of  sin  and  grief; 
Fill  us,  Lord,  with  light  divine, 
Scatter  all  our  unbelief; 
|| :  More  and  more  Thyself  display, 
Shining  to  the  perfect  day.  :|| 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley  (1708— 1788),  1740.     Alt 


69 


P.  M. 
"At  Home." 

1  'Med  scenes  of  confusion    and    creature 

complaints, 
How  sweet  to  the  soul  is  communion  with 

saints ; 
To  find  at  the  banquet  of  mercy  there's 

room, 
And  feel  in  the  presence  of  Jesus  at  home  ? 

Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home ; 
Prepare  me,  dear  Saviour,  for  glory,  my 
home. 

2  Sweet  bonds  that  unite  all  the  children  cf 

peace  ! 
And  thrice  precious  Jesus,  whose   love 

cannot  cease  ! 
Though  oft  from  Thy  presence  in  sadness 

I  roam, 
I  long  to  behold  Thee  in  glory,  at  home. 
Home,  home,  sweet,  etc. 


THE  lord's  daw  53 

3  While  here  in  the  valley  of  conflict  I  stay, 
O  give  me  submission,  and  strength  as  my 

day  ; 
In  all  my  afflictions  to  Thee  would  I  come, 
Rejoicing  in  hope  of  my  glorious  home. 
Home,  home,  sweet,  etc. 

4  Whate'er  Thou  deniest,  O  give  me  Thy 

grace, 
The  Spirit's  sure  witness,  and  smiles  of 

Thy  face ; 
Endue  me  with  patience  to  wait  at  Thy 

throne, 
And  find,  even  now,  a  sweet  foretaste  of 

home. 
Home,  home,  sweet,  etc. 

5  I  long,  dearest  Lord,  in  Thy  beauties  to 

shine  ; 
No  more  as  an  exile  in  sorrow  to  pine  ; 
And  in  Thy  dear  image  arise  from  the 

tomb, 
With  glorified  millions  to  praise  Thee  at 
Home,  home,  sweet,  etc.  [home. 

Rev.  David  Denham,  1837.     Alj 

7(1  c  M- 

I  V  " Most  calm,  most  bright." 

i  Blest   Day   of    God,   most   calm,  most 
The  first  and  best  of  clays  :         [bright, 
The  toiler's  rest,  the  saint's  delight, 
A  day  of  joy  and  praise. 

2  My  Saviour's  face  did  make  thee  shine, 
His  rising  did  thee  raise  ; 
This  made  thee  heavenly  and  divine 
Bevond  all  other  davs. 


54  THE   LORD'S   DAY. 

3  The  first-fruits  do  a  blessing  prove 

To  all  the  sheaves  behind  ; 
And  the)-,  that  do  a  Sabbath  love, 
A  happy  week  shall  find. 

4  My  Lord  on  thee  His  Name  did  fix, 

Which  makes  thee  rich  and  gay  ; 
Amid  His  golden  candlesticks 
My  Saviour  walks  this  day. 

5  This  day  must  I  'fore  God  appear, 

For,  Lord,  this  day  is  Thine : 
O  let  me  spend  it  in  Thy  fear, 
The  day  shall  then  be  mine. 

Rev.  John  Mason  (1634 — 1694),  1683.     Alt 


C.  M. 
Siveet  Rest. 


71 

i   My  Lord,  my  Love,  was  crucified, 
He  all  the  pains  did  bear  : 
But  in  the  sweetness  of  His  rest 
He  makes  His  servants  share. 

2  How  sweetly  rest  Thy  saints  above 

Who  in  Thy  bosom  lie  ; 
The  Church  below  doth  rest  in  hope 
Of  that  felicity. 

3  Thou,  Lord,  who  daily  feed'st  Thy  sheep, 

Mak'st  them  a  weekly  feast ; 
Thy  flocks  assemble  in  their  folds 
On  this  Thy  day  of  rest. 

4  Welcome  and  dear  unto  my  soul 

Are  these  sweet  feasts  of  love  ; 
But  what  a  Sabbath  shall  I  keep 
When  I  shall  rest  above  ! 

Rev.  John  Mason,  1683      Alt. 


THE    LORD'S    DAY.  55 

7/}  C.  M. 

/  —  The  Lord's  Day  Morning. 

i  Again  the  Lord  of  life  and  light 
Awakes  the  kindling  ray, 
Unseals  the  eyelids  of  the  morn, 
And  pours  increasing  day. 

2  O  what  a  night  was  that  which  wrapt 

A  heathen  world  in  gloom  ; 
O  what  a  sun  which  broke  this  day 
Triumphant  from  the  tomb. 

3  The  powers  of  darkness  leagued  in  vain 

To  blind  our  Lord  in  death  ; 
He  shook  their  kingdom,  when  He  fell, 
With  His  expiring  breath. 

4  And  now  His  conq'ring  chariot  wheels 

Ascend  the  lofty  skies  ; 
While,  broke  beneath  His  powerful  cross, 
Death's  iron  sceptre  lies. 

5  This  day  be  grateful  homage  paid, 

And  loud  hosannas  sung ; 
Let  gladness  dwell  in  every  heart, 
And  praise  on  every  tongue. 

6  Ten  thousand,  thousand  lips  shall  join 

To  hail  this  welcome  morn, 
Which  scatters  blessings  from  its  wings 
On  nations  yet  unborn. 

Mrs.  Anna  Laetitia  Barbauld  (1743 — 1825),  1773,  1825.    Ab  and  alt 

7O  C.  M. 

/  w  "'Our  rising  God" 

i  Blest   morning,  whose  young  dawning 
Beheld  our  rising  God  :  [rays 

That  saw  Him  triumph  o'er  the  dust, 
And  leave  His  dark  abode. 


56  THE   LORD'S    DAY. 

2  In  the  cold  prison  of  a  tomb 

The  dead  Redeemer  lay, 
Till  the  revolving  skies  had  brought 
The  third,  th'  appointed  day. 

3  Hell  and  the  grave  unite  their  force 

To  hold  our  God,  in  vain  ; 
The  sleeping  Conqueror  arose, 
And  burst  their  feeble  chain. 

4  To  Thy  great  Name,  Almighty  Lord, 

These  sacred  hours  we  pay  ; 
And  loud  hosannas  shall  proclaim 
The  triumph  of  the  day. 

5  Salvation,  and  immortal  praise, 

To  our  victorious  King  ; 
Let  heaven  and  earth,  and  rocks  and  seas, 
With  glad  hosannas  ring. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts  (1674 — 1748),  1709 

FJA  L.  M. 

1  T"       "Let  us  worship  and  bozo  dawn." — Ps.  xcv.  1 — 6. 

i   O  come,  loud  anthems  let  us  sing, 
Loud  thanks  to  our  Almighty  King  ; 
For  we  our  voices  high  should  raise, 
When  our  salvation's  Rock  we  praise. 

2  Into  His  presence  let  us  haste, 

To  thank  Him  for  His  favors  past ; 
To  Him  address,  in  joyful  songs, 
The  praise  that  to  His  Name  belongs. 

3  O  let  us  to  His  courts  repair, 
And  bow  with  adoration  there  ; 
Down  on  our  knees  devoutly  all 
Before  the  Lord  our  Maker  fall. 

Tate  and  Brady,  1696.     Ab 


THE    LORD'S    DAY.  57 

mr  L.  M. 

/  y  The  Ltcrnal  Sabbath. — Heh.  iv.  9. 

i   Thixe  earthly  Sabbaths,  Lord,  we  love  ; 
But  there's  a  nobler  rest  above  ; 
To  that  our  laboring  souls  aspire 
With  ardent  hope  and  strong  desire. 

2  Xo  more  fatigue,  no  more  distress, 
Xor  sin,  nor  hell,  shall  reach  the  place  ; 
Xo  groans  to  mingle  with  the  songs 
Which  warble  from  immortal  tongues. 

3  Xo  rude  alarms  of  raging  foes ; 
Xo  cares  to  break  the  long  repose  ; 
Xo  midnight  shade,  no  clouded  sun, 
But  sacred,  high,  eternal  noon. 

4  O  long-expected  day,  begin ; 

Dawn  on  these  realms  of  woe  and  sin  : 
Fain  would  we  leave  this  weary  road, 
And  sleep  in  death,  to  rest  with  God. 

Rev.  Philip  Doddridge  11702 — 1751),  1735.     Ab.  and  alt 

7C  L.  M. 

/  0  The  Christian  Farewell. — 2  Cor.  xiii.  n. 

i  Thy  presence,  everlasting  God, 
Wide  o'er  all  nature  spreads  abroad  ; 
Thy  watchful  eyes,  which  cannot  sleep, 
In  every  place  Thy  children  keep. 

2  While  near  each  other  we  remain, 
Thou  dost  our  lives  and  souls  sustain  ; 
When  absent,  Thou  dost  make  us  share 
Thy  smiles,  Thy  counsels,  and  Thy  care. 

3  To  Thee  we  all  our  ways  commit, 
And  seek  our  comforts  at  Thy  feet ; 
vStill  on  our  souls  vouchsafe  to  shine, 
And  guard  and  guide  us  still  as  Thine 


58  THK  lord's  day. 

4  Give  us,  O  Lord,  within  Thy  house 
Again  to  pay  our  thankful  vows ; 
Or  if  that  joy  no  more  be  known, 
O  let  us  meet  around  Thy  throne. 

Rev.  Philip  Doddridge  (1702— 1751),  1755.     AH 

WW  L.  M. 

/    J  "  O  luce  qui  mortahbus." 

i  Great  God,  who,  hid  from  mortal  sight. 
Dost  dwell  in  depths  of  dazzling  light, 
Before  whose  presence  angels  bow, 
With  faces  veiled,  in  homage  low  : 

2  Awhile  in  darkness  we  remain, 
And  round  us  yet  are  sin  and  pain  ; 
But  soon  the  everlasting  day 

Shall  chase  our  shades  of  night  away. 

3  Then  from  its  fleshly  bonds  set  free, 
The  soul  shall  fly,  O  God,  to  Thee  : 
To  see  Thee,  love  Thee,  and  adore, 
Her  blissful  task  for  evermore. 

Prof.  Charles  Coffin  (1676 — 1749),  1736. 
Tr.  by  Rev.  Sir  Henry  William  Baker  (1821— 1877),  1861.     Ab. 
and  alt. 

HO  L-  M. 

I  Q  "Return,  my  Sou/," 

i  Another  six  day's  work  is  done, 
Another  Sabbath  is  begun  : 
Return,  my  soul,  enjoy  thy  rest, 
Improve  the  day  thy  God  hath  blest. 

2  Come,  bless  the  Lord,  whose  love  assigns 
So  sweet  a  rest  to  wearied  minds  ; 
Provides  an  antepast  of  Heaven, 

And  gives  this  day  the  food  of  seven. 

3  O  that  our  thoughts  and  thanks  may  rise, 
As  grateful  incense,  to  the  skies ; 

And  draw  from  Heaven  that  sweet  repose, 
Which  none  but  he  that  feels  it  knows. 


the  lord's  day.  59 

4  This  heavenly  calm  within  the  breast 
Is  the  dear  pledge  of  glorious  rest, 
Which  for  the  Church  of  God  remains, 
The  end  of  cares,  the  end  of  pains. 

5  In  holy  duties  let  the  day, 

In  holy  pleasures,  pass  away  ; 

Kow  sweet  a  Sabbath  thus  to  spend, 

In  hope  of  one  that  ne'er  shall  end. 

Rev.  Joseph  Stennett  (1663 — 1713),  1732.     Ab.  and  much  alt. 

7Q  L- M- 

/  vJ  "Sacred  Rest."— Ps.  xcii. 

>  1.  Sweet  is  the  work,  my  God,  my  King, 
v  To  praise  Thy  Name,  give  thanks,  and  sing; 
To  show  Thy  love  by  morning  light, 
And  talk  of  all  Thy 'truth  at  night. 

2  Sweet  is  the  day  of  sacred  rest ; 

No  mortal  cares  shall  seize  my  breast ; 
O  may  my  heart  in  tune  be  found, 
Like  David's  harp  of  solemn  sound. 

3  My  heart  shall  triumph  in  my  Lord, 
And  bless  His  works,  and  bless  His  Word ; 
Thy  works  of  grace,  how  bright  they  shine, 
How  deep  Thy  counsels,  how  divine  ! 

4  Lord,  I  shall  share  a  glorious  part, 
When  grace  hath  well  refined  my  heart, 
And  fresh  supplies  of  joy  are  shed, 
Like  holy  oil,  to  cheer  my  head. 

5  Then  shall  I  see,  and  hear,  and  know 
All  I  desired  or  wished  below  ; 

And  every  power  find  sweet  employ. 
In  that  eternal  world  of  joy. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts  '1674 — 1748),  1709       Ab    and  si    ult 


V 


6o  TIIK    LORD'S    DA\ 

Oft  c    M 

Ov  1 was  glad." — Ps.  cxxii. 

i   How  did  my  heart  rejcice  to  hear 

My  friends  devoutly  say, 
|| :  "In  Zion  let  us  all  appear,  :|| 

And  keep  the  solemn  day  !  ' ' 

2  I  love  her  gates,  I  love  the  road  ; 

The  Church,  adorned  with  grace, 
|| :  Stands  like  a  palace  built  for  God,  :|| 
To  show  His  milder  face. 

3  Up  to  her  courts,  with  joys  unknown, 

The  holy  tribes  repair  ; 
|| :  The  Son  of  David  holds  His  throne,  :|l 
And  sits  in  judgment  there. 

4  Peace  be  within  this  sacred  place, 

And  joy  a  constant  guest ; 
|| :  With  holy  gifts  and  heavenly  grace,  :|j 
Be  her  attendants  blest. 

5  My  soul  shall  pray  for  Zion  still, 

While  life  or  breath  remains ; 
|| :  There  my  best  friends, my  kindred  dwell,  ;'l 
There  God,  my  Saviour,  reigns. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts  ^  1674 — 1748),  1719.     Ah 
Q1  C.  M. 

01  The  Lord's  Bay  Month '*£•.— Ps.  v. 

.1  Lord,  in  the  morning  Thou  shalt  hear 

My  voice  ascending  high  ; 
||:To  Thee  will  I  direct  my  prayer,  :|| 

To  Thee  lift  up  mine^eve.jl 

2  Up  to  the  hills,  where  Christ  is  gone 

To  plead  for  all  His  saints, 
|| :  Presenting,  at  His  Father's  throne,  :|| 
Our  songs  and  our  complaints. 

3  Thou  art  a  God,  before  whose  sight 

The  wicked  shall  not  stand  : 


THE    LORD'S    DAY.  6l 

|| :  Sinners  shall  ne'er  be  Thy  delight,  :|| 
Xor  dwell  at  Thy  right  hand. 

4  But  to  Thy  house;  will  I  resort, 

To  taste  Thy  mercies  there  ; 
|| :  I  will  frequent  Thy  holy  court,  :|| 
And  worship  in  Thy  fear. 

5  O  may  Thy  Spirit  guide  my  feet 

In  ways  of  righteousness  ; 
|| :  Make  every  path  of  duty  straight,  :|| 
And  plain  before  my  face. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts,  17:9. 

QO  CM. 

Oa  "  The  Day  the  Lord  hath  made." — Ps.  cxviii. 

i   This  is  the  day  the  Lord  hath  made, 
He  calls  the  hours  His  own  ; 

||:  Let  Heaven  rejoice,  let  earth  be  glad,  :|| 
And  praise  surround  the  throne. 

2  To-day  He  rose  and  left  the  dead, 

And  Satan's  empire  fell; 
|| :  To-day  the  saints  His  triumphs  spread,  :|| 
And  all  His  wonders  tell. 

3  Hosanna  to  th'  anointed  King, 

To  David's  holy  Son  ; 
|| :  Help  us,  O  Lord,  descend  and  bring  :|| 
Salvation  from  the  throne. 

4  Blest  be  the  Lord,  who  comes  to  men 

With  messages  of  grace  : 
|| :  Who  comes  in  God  His  Father's  Name,  :|| 
To  save  our  sinful  race. 

5  Hosanna,  in  the  highest  strains 

The  Church  on  earth  can  raise  ; 
||  :The  highest  heayens.in  which  He  reigns, : 
Shall  give  Him  nobler  praise. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts,  1719 


62  THE    LORD'S    DAY. 

QQ  6.  6.  8.  4.  D. 

00  God's  House. 

i  With  gladsome  feet  we  press 
To  Zion's  holy  mount, 
Where  gushes  from  its  deep  recess 

The  cooling  fount ! 
O  happy,  happy  hill, 

The  joy  of  ev'ry  saint ! 
With  sweet  Siloam's  crystal  rill, 
That  cheers  the  faint. 

2  Great  City,  blest  of  God, 

Jerusalem  the  free  ! 
With  ceaseless  step  the  path  be  trod, 

That  leads  to  Thee  ! 
The  martyrs'  bleeding  feet, 

The  saints  with  woundless  breast, 
Alike  have  sought  Thy  golden  seat, 
To  win  their  rest. 

3  We  come,  with  fervent  zeal, 

Beneath  Tin-  hallowed  dome, 
The  pledge  of  our  eternal  weal, 

Our  happy  home  ! 
Thy  house  our  Zion  stands, 

Though  reared  of  earthly  stone, 
The  type  of  that,  not  made  with  hands, 
Yet  still  Thine  own. 

Rev.  Robert  Corbet  Singleton,  1867.     Ab. 


84 


S.  M. 
The  Lord's  Day  welcomed. 

Welcome,  sweet  day  of  rest, 
That  saw  the  Lord  arise  ; 

Welcome  to  this  reviving  breast, 
And  these  rejoicing  eyes. 

The  King  Himself  comes  near, 
And  feasts  His  saints  to-dav  : 


85 


THE    LORD'S    DAY.  63 

Here  we  may  sit,  and  see  Him  here, 

And  love,  and  praise,  and  pray. 
One  day  amidst  the  place 

Where  my  dear  God  hath  been, 
Is  sweeter  than  ten  thousand  days 

Of  pleasure  and  of  sin. 
My  willing  soul  would  stay 

In  such  a  frame  as  this, 
And  sit,  and  sing  herself  away 

To  everlasting  bliss. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts  (1674 — 1743),  1709.     SI    alt 

S.  M. 
Our  Redeemer  worshipped. 

How  charming  is  the  place, 

Where  my  Redeemer  God 
Unveils  the  beauties  of  His  face, 

And  sheds  His  love  abroad. 
Here,  on  the  Mercy-seat, 

With  radiant  glory  crowned, 
Our  joyful  eyes  behold  Him  sit 

And  smile  on  all  around. 
To  Him  their  prayers  and  cries 

Each  humble  soul  presents  : 
He  listens  to  their  broken  sighs, 

And  grants  them  all  their  wants. 
To  them  His  sovereign  will 

He  graciously  imparts  ; 
And  in  return  accepts,  with  smiles, 

The  tribute  of  their  hearts. 
Give  me,  O  Lord,  a  place 

Within  Thy  blest  abode, 
Among  the  children  of  Thy  grace, 

The  servants  of  my  God. 

Rev.  Samuel  Stennett  (1727—1795),  1778-     Ab 


64  THE    LORD'S    DAY. 

or  s.  m. 

Q\J         "Stand  up,  and  bless  the  Lord." — Neh.  ix.  5 

i  Stand  up,  and  bless  the  Lord, 
Ye  people  of  His  choice  : 
vStand  up  and  bless  the  Lord,  your  God, 
With  heart,  and  soul,  and  voice. 

2  O  for  the  living  flame, 

From  His  own  altar  brought, 
To  touch  our  lips,  our  minds  inspire, 
And  wing  to  Heaven  our  thought. 

3  God  is  our  strength  and  song, 

And  His  salvation  ours  ; 
Then  be  His  love  in  Christ  proclaimed 
With  all  our  ransomed  powers. 

4  Stand  up,  and  bless  the  Lord, 

The  Lord  your  God  adore ; 
Stand  up,  and  bless  His  glorious  Name, 
Henceforth  for  evermore. 

James  Montgomery  (1771 — 1854),  1825,     Ab 


87 


S.  M. 
"The  Only  Wise." — Jude  xxiv.  25. 

To  God  the  Only  Wise 

Our  Saviour  and  our  King, 

Let  all  the  saints  below  the  skies 
Their  humble  praises  bring. 

'Tis  His  almighty  love, 
His  counsel  and  His  care, 

Preserves  us  safe  from  sin  and  death, 
And  every  hurtful  snare. 

He  will  present  our  souls, 
Unblemished  and  complete, 

Before  the  glory  of  His  face, 
With  joys  divinely  great. 


88 


THE    LORD'S    DAY.  65 

4  Then  all  the  chosen  seed 

Shall  meet  around  the  throne, 
Shall  bless  the  conduct  of  His  grace, 
And  make  His  wonders  known. 

5  To  our  Redeemer  God 

Wisdom  and  power  belongs, 
Immortal  crowns  of  majesty, 
And  everlasting  songs. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts  (1674 — 1748),  1719. 

S.  M. 
God's  Sabbath. 

i   Lord,  in  this  sacred  hour 

Within  Thy  courts  we  herd, 
And  bless  Thy  love,  and  own  Thy  power, 
Our  Father  and  our  Friend. 

2  But  Thou  art  not  alone 

In  courts  by  mortals  trod  ; 
Nor  only  is  the  da)'  Thine  own 
When  man  draws  near  to  God. 

3  Thy  temple  is  the  arch 

Of  yon  unmeasured  sky  ; 
Thy  Sabbath,  the  stupendous  march 
Of  grand  eternity. 

4  Lord,  may  that  holier  day 

Dawn  on  Thy  servants'  sight  ; 
And  purer  worship  may  we  pay 
In  Heaven's  unclouded  light. 

Rev.  Stephen  Greenleaf  Bulfinch  (1809 — 1870),  1832.     Ab. 

&0  S.  M. 

\J  "  'Pie  Lord  rcig>wth." — Ps.  xcix. 

i  Exalt  the  Lord  our  God, 
And  worship  at  His  feet ; 
His  nature  is  all  holiness, 
And  mercv  is  His  seat. 


66  THE   LORD'S    DAY. 

2  When  Israel  was  His  church, 

When  Aaron  was  His  priest, 
When  Moses  cried,  when  Samuel  prayed, 
He  gave  His  people  rest. 

3  Oft  He  forgave  their  sins, 

Nor  would  destroy  their  race  ; 
And  oft  He  made  His  vengeance  known 
When  they  abused  His  grace. 

4  Exalt  the  Lord  our  God, 

Whose  grace  is  still  the  same ; 
Still  He's  a  God  of  holiness, 
And  jealous  for  His  Name. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts  (1674— 1748),  1709. 

on  cm. 

>J\J  "  To  meet  our  Saviour." 

i   Again  our  earthly  cares  we  leave, 
And  in  Thy  courts  appear  ; 
Again,  with  joyful  feet,  we  come 
To  meet  our  Saviour  here. 

2  Within  these  walls  let  holy  peace, 

And  love,  and  concord  dwell ; 
Here  give  the  troubled  conscience  ease, 
The  wounded  spirit  heal. 

3  The  feeling  heart,  the  melting  eye, 

The  humble  mind  bestow  ; 
And  shine  upon  us  from  on  high, 
To  make  our  graces  grow. 

4  May  we  in  faith  receive  Thy  Word, 

In  faith  present  our  prayers  ; 
And,  in  the  presence  of  our  Lord, 
Unbosom  all  our  cares. 


THK    LORD'S    DAY.  67 

5  Show  us  some  token  of  Thy  love, 
Our  fainting  hope  to  raise  ; 
And  pour  Thy  blessing  from  above, 
That  we  may  render  praise. 

Rev    John  Newton  (.1725 — 1807),  1779.     Alt 

01  CM 

v?l  "  //  'e  hail  the  Sacred  Day."— Vs.  exxii. 

i  With  joy  we  hail  the  sacred  day, 
Which  God  has  called  His  own  ; 
With  joy  the  summons  we  obey 
To  worship  at  His  throne. 

2  Thy  chosen  temple,  Lord,  how  fair, 

Where  willing  votaries  throng, 
To  breathe  the  humble,  fervent  prayer, 
And  pour  the  choral  song. 

3  Spirit  of  grace,  O  deign  to  dwell 

Within  Thy  Church  below  ; 
Make  her  in  holiness  excel, 
With  pure  devotion  glow. 

4  Let  peace  within  her  walls  be  found  ; 

Let  all  her  sons  unite, 
To  spread  with  grateful  zeal  around 
Her  clear  and  shining  light. 

Mi-s  Harriet  Auber  (1773 — 1862),  1829 

Q9  CM. 

W  kd  Sincerity. 

i  Lord,  when  we  bend  before  Thy  throne, 
And  our  confessions  pour, 
Teach  us  to  feel  the  sins  we  own, 
And  hate  what  we  deplore. 
2  Our  broken  spirits,  pitying,  see, 
And  penitence  impart ; 
Then  let  a  kindling  glance  from  Thee 
Beam  hope  upon  the  heart. 


68  THE    LORD'S    DAY. 

3  When  we  disclose  our  wants  in  prayer, 

May  we  our  wills  resign  ; 
And  not  a  thought  our  bosom  share 
Which  is  not  wholly  Thine. 

4  Let  faith  each  meek  petition  fill, 

And  waft  it  to  the  skies  ; 
And  teach  our  hearts,  'tis  goodness  still 
That  grants  it,  or  denies. 

Rev.  Joseph  Dacre  Carlyle  (1759 — 1804),  1805.     Ab 
UO  "In  Thy  Courts." 

i  To  Thy  temple  I  repair  ; 
Lord,  I  love  to  worship  there, 
When  within  the  veil  I  meet 
Christ  before  the  Mercy-seat. 

2  Thou  through  Him  art  reconciled, 
I  through  Him  become  Thy  child ; 
Abba,  Father,  give  me  grace 

In  Thy  courts  to  seek  Thy  face. 

3  While  Thy  glorious  praise  is  sung, 
Touch  my  lips,  unloose  my  tongue, 
That  my  joyful  soul  may  bless 
Thee,  the  Lord,  my  Righteousness. 

4  While  the  prayers  of  saints  ascend, 
God  of  love,  to  mine  attend  ; 
Hear  me,  for  Thy  Spirit  pleads, 
Hear,  for  Jesus  intercedes. 

5  While  I  hearken  to  Thy  law, 
Fill  my  soul  with  humble  awe, 
Till  Thy  gospel  bring  to  me 
Life  and  immortality. 


THE    LORD'S    DAY.  69 

6  While  Thy  ministers  proclaim 
Peace  and  pardon  in  Thy  Name, 
Through  their  voice,  by  faith,  may  I 
Hear  Thee  speaking  from  the  sky. 

7  From  Thy  house  when  I  return, 
May  my  heart  within  me  burn  ; 
And  at  evening  let  me  say, 

"  I  have  walked  with  God  to-day. 


94 


James  Montgomery  (1771 — 1854),  1825 


7. 
"  Still  praising  Thee." — Pi- 


i   Pleasant  are  Thy  courts  above. 
In  the  land  of  light  and  love ; 
Pleasant  are  Thy  courts  below, 
In  this  land  of  sin  and  woe. 

2  O,  my  spirit  longs  and  faints 
For  the  converse  of  Thy  saints, 
For  the  brightness  of  Thy  face, 
King  of  glory,  God  of  grace. 

3  Happy  souls,  their  praises  flow 
Even  in  this  vale  of  woe ; 
Waters  in  the  desert  rise, 
Manna  feeds  them  from  the  skies. 

4  On  they  go  from  strength  to  strength . 
Till  they  reach  Thy  throne  at  length 
At  Thy  feet  adoring  fall, 

Who  hast  led  them  safe  through  all. 

5  Lord,  be  mine  this  prize  to  win  ; 
Guide  me  through  a  world  of  sin  ; 
Keep  me  by  Thy  saving  grace  ; 
Give  me  at  Thy  side  a  place. 


7<3  THK    LORD'S    DAY. 

6  Sun  and  Shield  alike  Thou  art , 
Guide  and  guard  my  erring  heart  ; 
Grace  and  glory  flow  from  Thee, 
Shower,  O  shower  them,  Lord,  on  me. 

Rev.  Henry  Francis  Lyte  (1793 — 1847),  1834.     Ab 

fir  S.  P.  M. 

£2(j  "  The  House  0/  the  Lord." — Ps.  cxxii. 

i  How  pleased  and  blest  was  I, 

To  hear  the  people  cry, 
11  Come,  let  us  seek  our  God  to-day  !  " 

Yes,  with  a  cheerful  zeal, 

We  haste  to  Zion's  hill, 
And  there  our  vows  and  honors  pay. 

2  Zion,  thrice  happy  place, 
Adorned  with  wondrous  grace, 

And  walls  of  strength  embrace  thee  round : 
In  thee  our  tribes  appear, 
To  pray,  and  praise,  and  hear 

The  sacred  Gospel's  joyful  sound. 

3  There  David's  greater  Son 
Has  fixed  His  royal  throne  ; 

He  sits  for  grace  and  judgment  there ; 

He  bids  the  saints  be  glad  ; 

He  makes  the  sinner  sad  ; 
And  humble  souls  rejoice  with  fear. 

4  May  peace  attend  thy  gate, 
And  joy  within  thee  wait, 

To  bless  the  soul  of  every  guest : 
The  man  that  seeks  thy  peace, 
And  wishes  thine  increase, 

A  thousand  blessings  on  him  rest ! 

5  My  tongue  repeats  her  vows, 

"  Peace  to  this  sacred  house  !  " 


THE    LORD'S    DAY  jl 

For  there  my  friends  and  kindred  dwell ; 

And  since  my  glorious  God 

Makes  thee  His  blest  abode, 
My  soul  shall  ever  love  thee  well. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts  (1674 — 1748),  171^ 

QA  L.  M. 

iJ'O  "From  Strength  to  Strength."  —  Ps.  lxxxiv. 

1  How  pleasant,  how  divinely  fair, 

O  Lord  of  hosts,  Thy  dwellings  are : 
With  long  desire  my  spirit  faints, 
To  meet  th'  assemblies  of  Thy  saints. 

2  Blest  are  the  saints  who  sit  on  high, 
Around  Thy  throne  of  majesty  ; 
Thy  brightest  glories  shine  above, 
And  all  their  wrork  is  praise  and  love. 

3  Blest  are  the  souls  who  find  a  place 
Within  the  temple  of  Thy  grace  ; 
There  they  behold  Thy  gentler  rays, 
And  seek  Thy  face,  and  learn  Thy  praise. 

4  Blest  are  the  men  whose  hearts  are  set 
To  find  the  way  to  Zion's  gate  ; 

God  is  their  strength,  and,  thro'  the  road, 
They  lean  upon  their  Helper,  God. 

5  Cheerful  they  walk  with  growingstrength, 
Till  all  shall  meet  in  Heaven  at  length  ; 
Till  all  before  Thy  face  appear, 

And  join  in  nobler  worship  there. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts,  1719.     Ab 
yj  I         The  Church  the  BirtJi-place  0/  Souls. — Ps.  Ixxxvii. 

i   God  in  His  earthly  temple  lays 
Foundations  for  His  heavenly  praise ; 
He  likes  the  tents  of  Jacob  well, 
But  still  in  Zion  loves  to  dwell. 


72  THE   LORD'S    DAY. 

2  His  mercy  visits  every  house 

That  pays  its  night  and  morning  vows ; 
But  makes  a  more  delightful  stay 
Where  churches  meet  to  praise  and  pray. 

3  What  glories  were  described  of  old, 
What  wonders  are  of  Zion  told ! 
Thou  City  of  our  God  below, 

Thy  fame  shall  Tyre  and  Egypt  know. 

4  Egypt  and  Tyre,  and  Greek  and  Jew, 
Shall  then  begin  their  lives  anew  ; 
Angels,  and  men  shall  join  to  sing 
The  hill  where  living  waters  spring. 

5  When  God  makes  up  His  last  account 
Of  natives  in  His  holy  mount, 
*Twill  be  an  honor  to  appear 

As  one  new-born  or  nourished  there. 

Rev.  Isnac  Watts  (1674 — 1748),  1719. 


QQ  L  M 

sjQ  Millions  of  Worshippers. 

i  Millions  within  Thy  courts  have  met, 
Millions  this  day  before  Thee  bowed  ; 
Their  faces  Zion -ward  were  set, 

Vows  with  their  lips  to  Thee  they  vowed. 

2  Soon  as  the  light  of  morning  broke 

O'er  island,  continent,  or  deep, 
Thy  far-spread  family  awoke, 

Sabbath  all  round  the  world  to  keep. 

3  And  not  a  prayer,  a  tear,  a  sigh, 

Hath  failed  this  day  some  suit  to  gain  ; 
To  those  in  trouble  Thou  wert  nigh  : 
Not  one  hath  sought  Thy  face  in  vain. 


THE    LORD'S    DAV.  73 

4  Yet  one  prayer  more,  and  be  it  one, 

In  which  both  Heaven  and  earth  accord: 
Fulfil  Thy  promise  to  Thy  Son  ; 

Let  all  that  breathe  call  Jesus  Lord. 

James  Montgomery  (1771— 1854),  1853.     Ab.  and  si.  alt 

QQ  L.M.61. 

\J)J  The  Lord  our  Shepherd. — Ps.  xxiii. 

1  The  Lord  my  pasture  shall  prepare, 
And  feed  me  with  a  shepherd's  care ; 
His  presence  shall  my  wants  supply, 
And  guard  me  with  a  watchful  eye  ; 
My  noonday  walks  He  shall  attend, 
And  all  my  midnight  hours  defend. 

2  When  in  the  sultry  glebe  I  faint, 
Or  on  the  thirsty  mountain  pant, 
To  fertile  vales,  and  dewy  meads, 
My  weary,  wandering  steps  He  leads, 
Where  peaceful  rivers,  soft  and  slew, 
Amid  the  verdant  landscape  flow. 

3  Though  ill  the  paths  of  death  I  tread, 
With  gloomy  horrors  overspread, 

My  steadfast  heart  shall  fear  no  ill, 
For  Thou,  O  Lord,  art  with  me  still : 
Thy  friendly  crook  shall  give  me  aid, 
And  guide  me  through  the  dreadful  shadec 

4  Though  in  a  bare  and  rugged  way, 
Through  devious,  lonely  wilds  I  stray, 
Thy  bounty  shall  my  pains  beguile  : 
The  barren  wilderness  shall  smile, 
With  sudden  greens  and  herbage  crowned, 
And  streams  shall  murmur  all  around. 

Joseph  Addison  (1672 — 1719) ,  1712. 


74  the  eord's  day. 

IftH  L.M.61. 

1U  U  The  Shadow  of  the  Altar. 

i  Forth  from  the  dark  and  stormy  sky, 
Lord,  to  Thine  altar's  shade  we  fly  ; 
Forth  from  the  world,  its  hope  and  fear, 
Saviour,  we  seek  Thy  shelter  here  : 
Weary  and  weak,  Thy  grace  we  pray  ; 
Turn  not,  O  Lord,  Thy  guests  away. 

2  Long  have  we  roamed  in  want  and  pain, 
Long  have  we  sought  Thy  rest  in  vain ; 
Wildered  in  doubt,  in  darkness  lost, 
Long  have  our  souls  been  tempest-tost : 
Low  at  Thy  feet  our  sins  we  lay ; 
Turn  not,  O  Lord,  Thy  guests  away. 

Bp.  Reginald  Heber.  (1783— 1826),  1825. 

im  LM- 

lUJi  Grateful  Adoration.— -Ps.  c. 

i   Before  Jehovah's  awful  throne, 
Ye  nations,  bow  with  sacred  joy; 
Know  that  the  Lord  is  God  alone ; 
He  can  create,  and  He  destroy. 

2  His  sovereign  power,  without  our  aid, 

Made  us  of  clay,  and  formed  us  men ; 
And    when,    like    wand' ring    sheep,   we 
strayed, 
He  brought  us  to  His  fold  again. 

3  We  are  His  people,  we  His  care, 

Our  souls  and  all  our  mortal  frame : 
What  lasting  honors  shall  we  rear, 
Almighty  Maker,  to  Thy  Name  ? 

4  We'll  crowd   Thy   gates   with  thankful 

songs, 
High  as  the  heavens  our  voices  raise  ; 


I- RAISE   TO    GOD.  75 

And  earth,  with  her  ten  thousand  tongues, 
Shall    fill  Thy  courts    with    sounding 
praise. 
5  Wide  as  the  world  is  Thy  command, 
Vast  as  eternity  Thy  love  ; 
Firm  as  a  rock  Thy  truth  must  stand, 
When  rolling  years  shall  cease  to  move. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts  (1674 — 1748),  1719.     Ab.  and  alt. 
Rev.  John  Wesley  (1703 — 1791),  1741. 

"\C\0  L- M 

XWtal  "Sing  to  the  Lord." — Ps.  c. 

i  All  people  that  on  earth  do  dwell, 

Sing  to  the  Lord  with  cheerful  voice  : 
Him  serve  with  fear,  His  praise  forth  tell, 
Come  ye  before  Him,  and  rejoice. 

2  The  Lord,  ye  know,  is  God  indeed, 

Without  our  aid  He  did  us  make : 
We  are  His  flock,  He  doth  us  feed, 
And  for  His  sheep  He  doth  us  take. 

3  O  enter  then  His  gates  with  praise, 

Approach  with  joy  His  courts  unto  : 
Praise,  laud,  and  bless  His  Name  always, 
For  it  is  seemly  so  to  do. 

4  For  why?  the  Lord  our  God  is  good, 

His  mercy  is  forever  sure  : 
His  truth  at  all  times  firmly  stood, 
And  shall  from  age  to  age  endure. 

Rev.  William  Kethe,  1561. 

■1AQ  L.  M. 

4Uw  "Praise  Him,  all  ye  People." — Ps.  cxvii 

i  From  all  that  dwell  below  the  skies, 
Let  the  Creator's  praise  arise : 
Let  the  Redeemer's  Name  be  sung, 
Through  every  land,  by  every  tongue. 


?6  PRAISE  TO   GOB. 

2  Eternal  are  Thy  mercies,  Lord  ; 
Eternal  truth  attends  Thy  Word ; 
Thy  praise  shall  sound  from  shore  to  shore 
Till  suns  shall  rise  and  set  no  more. 

Rev.  Traac  Watts  (1674—1748),  1719. 

104.  L.  M.D 

AV  i    "The  Heavens  declare  the  G  lory  of  God."  —  Ps.   xix 

i  The  spacious  firmament  on  high, 
With  all  the  blue  ethereal  sky, 
And  spangled  heavens,  a  shining  frame, 
Their  Great  Original  proclaim. 
Th'  unwearied  sun,  from  day  to  day, 
Does  his  Creator's  power  display, 
And  publishes  to  every  land 
The  work  of  an  Almighty  Hand. 

2  Soon  as  the  evening  shades  prevail, 
The  moon  takes  up  the  wondrous  tale, 
And  nightly  to  the  listening  earth 
Repeats  the  story  of  her  birth  ; 
Whilst  all  the  stars  that  round  her  burn, 
And  all  the  planets  in  their  turn, 
Confirm  the  tidings  as  they  roll, 

And  spread  the  truth  from  pole  to  pole. 

3  What  though  in  solemn  silence  all 

Move  round  the  dark  terrestrial  ball  ? 
What  though  no  real  voice  nor  sound 
Amid  their  radiant  orbs  be  found  ? 
In  reason's  ear  they  all  rejoice, 
And  utter  forth  a  glorious  voice ; 
For  ever  singing,  as  they  shine, 
"The  Hand  that  made  us  is  Divine." 

Joseph  Addison  (1672 — 1719),  1712. 


PRAISE   TO    GOD.  77 

lUD  Providence  and  Grace.-— Ps.  xxxvi.  5 — 9. 

i   High  in  the  heavens,  eternal  God, 
Thy  goodness  in  full  glory  shines  ; 
Thy  truth  shall  break  through  every  cloud 
That  veils  and  darkens  Thy  designs. 

2  Forever  firm  Thy  justice  stands, 

As  mountains  their  foundations  keep ; 
Wise  are  the  wonders  of  Thy  hands  ; 
Thy  judgments  are  a  mighty  deep. 

3  My  God,  how  excellent  Thy  grace. 

Whence    all    our    hope    and    comfort 
The  sons  of  Adam  in  distress      [springs; 
Fly  to  the  shadow  of  Thy  wings. 

4  Life,  like  a  fountain  rich  and  free, 

Springs  from  the  presence  of  my  Lord  ■ 
And  in  Thy  light  our  souls  shall  see 
The  glories  promised  in  Thy  Word. 

Rev    Isaac  Watts,  1719.     Ah. 

IOC  L- M 

lyQ   Cod's  Glory  and  Nearness  to  us. — Acts  xvii.  24 — 28. 

i   Lord  of  all  being  ;  throned  afar, 
Thy  glory  flames  from  sun  and  star ; 
Centre  and  soul  of  every  sphere, 
Yet  to  each  loving  heart  how  near. 

2  Sun  of  our  life,  Thy  quickening  ray 
Sheds  on  our  path  the  glow  of  day  ; 
Star  of  our  hope,  Thy  softened  light 
Cheers  the  long  watches  of  the  night. 

3  Our  midnight  is  Thy  smile  withdrawn  ; 
Our  noontide  is  Thy  gracious  dawn  ; 
Our  rainbow  arch  Thy  mercy's  sign ; 
All,  save  the  clouds  of  sin,  are  Thine. 


78  PRAISE    TO    GOD. 

4  Lord  of  all  life,  below,  above, 

Whose  light  is  truth ,  whose  warmth  is  love, 
Before  Thy  ever-blazing  throne 
We  ask  no  lustre  of  our  own. 

5  Grant  us  Thy  truth  to  make  us  free, 
And  kindling  hearts  that  burn  for  Thee, 
Till  all  Thy  living  altars  claim 

One  holy  light,  one  heavenly  flame. 

Oliver  Wendell  Holmes  (1809—         ),  1848. 
107  "  Bless  the  Lord'"— Y%.  ciii. 

i   Blkss,  O  my  soul,  the  Living  God, 
Call  home  thy  thoughts  that  rove  abroad; 
Let  all  the  powers  within  me  join 
In  work  and  worship  so  divine. 

2  Bless,  O  my  soul,  the  God  of  grace ; 
His  favors  claim  thy  highest  praise  ; 
Why  should  the  wondersHe  hath  wrought 
Be  lost  in  silence  and  forgot? 

3  'Tis  He,  my  soul,  that  sent  His  Son 

To  die  for  crimes  which  thou  hast  done ; 
He  owns  the  ransom,  and  forgives 
The  hourly  follies  of  our  lives. 

4  Let  the  whole  earth  His  power  confess ; 
Let  the  whole  earth  adore  His  grace : 
The  Gentile  with  the  Jew  shall  join 

In  work  and  worship  so  divine. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts  (1674—1748),  1719.     Ab. 


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L.  M 
God  Triune  praised. 

Praises  to  Him,  whose  love  has  given, 
In  Christ,  His  Son,  the  Life  of  Heaven; 
Who  for  our  darkness  gives  us  light, 
And  turns  to  day  our  deepest  night. 


PRAISE   TO    GOD.  79 

2  Praises  to  Him,  in  grace  who  came, 
To  bear  our  woe,  and  sin,  and  shame; 
Who  lived  to  die,  who  died  to  rise, 
The  God-aeeepted  sacrifice. 

3  Praises  to  Him,  the  chain  who  broke, 
Opened  the  prison,  burst  the  yoke, 
Sent  forth  its  captives  glad  and  free, 
Heirs  of  an  endless  liberty. 

4  Praises  to  Him,  who  sheds  abroad 
Within  our  hearts  the  love  of  God ; 
The  Spirit  of  all  truth  and  peace, 
Fountain  of  joy  and  holiness  ! 

5  To  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit  now 

The  hands  we  lift,  the  knees  we  bow  ; 
To  Thee,  Jehovah,  thus  we  raise 
The  sinner's  endless  song  of  praise. 

Rev.  Horatius  Konar  11808—         ),  1861.     Ab.  and  alt. 

1AQ  L.M. 

1  \J  yj  "-U  'hose  Love  profound. ' ' 

i  Father  of  Heaven,  whose  love  profound 
A  ransom  for  our  souls  hath  found, 
Before  Thy  throne  we  sinners  bend  : 
To  us  Thy  pardoning  love  extend. 

2  Almighty  Son,  Incarnate  Word, 

Our  Prophet,  Priest,  Redeemer,  Lord, 
Before  Thy  throne  we  sinners  bend : 
To  us  Thy  saving  grace  extend. 

3  Eternal  Spirit,  by  whose  breath 

The  soul  is  raised  from  sin  and  death, 
Before  Thy  throne  we  sinners  bend : 
To  us  Thy  quickening  power  extend. 


So  PRAISE   TO   GOD. 

4  Jehovah,  Father,  Spirit,  Son, 

Mysterious  Godhead,  Three  in  One, 
Before  Thy  throne  we  sinners  bend : 
Grace,  pardon,  life,  to  us  extend. 

Edward  Cooper,  1805. 

11  n  L  M 

JLJLU     "Mightier  than  the  mighty  Sea." — Ps.  xciii.  3 — 5. 

i  The  floods,  O  Lord,  lift  up  their  voice, 
The  mighty  floods  lift  up  their  roar ; 
The  floods  in  tumult  loud  rejoice, 

And  climb  in  foam  the  sounding  shore. 

2  But  mightier  than  the  mighty  sea, 

The  Lord  of  glory  reigns  on  high  : 
Far  o'er  its  waves  we  look  to  Thee, 
And  see  their  fury  break  and  die. 

3  Thy  word  is  true,  Thy  promise  sure, 

That  ancient  promise,  sealed  in  love  ; 
Here  be  Thy  temple  ever  pure, 

-As  Thy  pure  mansions  shine  above. 

I3p.  George  Burgess  (1809 — 1866),  1840. 


Ill 


L.  M. 
The  Majesty  and  Mercy  of  Cod. — Ps.  lxvi 


Kingdoms  and  thrones  to  God  belong  ; 
Crown  Him,  ye  nations,  in  your  song ; 
His  wondrous  names  and  powers  rehearse; 
His  honors  shall  enrich  your  verse. 
He  shakes  the  heavens  with  loud  alarms  ; 
How  terrible  is  God  in  arms  ! 
In  Israel  are  His  mercies  known, 
Israel  is  His  peculiar  throne. 
Proclaim  Him  King,  pronounce  Him  blest; 
He's  your  defence,  your  joy,  your  rest ; 
When  terrors  rise,  and  nations  faint, 
God  is  the  strength  of  every  saint. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts  (1674—1 74s;,  1719 


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PRAISE   TO   GOD.  8 1 

L.  M. 
Wonders  of  Creation  and  Grace. — Ps.  Cxxxvi. 

Give  to  our  God  immortal  praise  ; 
Mercy  and  truth  are  all  His  ways : 
Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong ; 
Repeat  His  mercies  in  your  song. 

He  built  the  earth,  He  spread  the  sky, 
And  fixed  the  starry  lights  on  high  : 
Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong ; 
Repeat  His  mercies  in  your  song. 

He  sent  His  Son  with  power  to  save, 
From  guilt,  and  darkness,  and  the  grave  : 
Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong ; 
Repeat  His  mercies  in  your  song. 

Thro'  this  vain  world  He  guides  our  feet, 
And  leads  us  to  His  heavenly  seat : 
His  mercies  ever  shall  endure, 
When  this  vain  world  shall  be  no  more. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts,  1719.     Al>. 


113 


L.  M. 
Guiding  and  Guarding. — Ps.  cvii. 


Give  thanks  to  God  ;  He  reigns  above  ; 
Kind  are  His  thoughts,  His  Name  is  Love  , 
His  mercy  ages  past  have  known, 
And  ages  long  to  come  shall  own. 

Let  the  redeemed  of  the  Lord 
The  wonders  of  His  grace  record ; 
Israel,  the  nation  whom  He  chose, 
And  rescued  from  their  mighty  foes. 

He  feeds  and  clothes  us  all  the  way, 
He  guides  our  footsteps  lest  we  stray  ; 
He  guards  us  with  a  powerful  hand, 
And  brings  us  to  the  heavenly  land. 


82  PRAISE   TO    GOD. 

4  O  let  the  saints  with  joy  record 

The  truth  and  goodness  of  the  Lord : 
How  great  His  works !  how  kind  His  ways ! 
Let  every  tongue  pronounce  His  praise. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts  (1674 — 1748),  1719.     Ab. 
XJ,TT  Enduring  Mercies. — Ps.  cxxxvi. 

i  Let  us,  with  a  gladsome  mind, 
Praise  the  Lord,  for  He  kind  : 
For  His  mercies  shall  endure, 
Ever  faithful,  ever  sure. 

2  He,  with  all-commanding  might, 
Filled  the  new-made  world  with  light ; 
All  things  living  He  doth  feed, 

His  full  hand  supplies  their  need. 

3  He  His  chosen  race  did  bless 
In  the  wasteful  wilderness  ; 
He  hath,  with  a  piteous  eye, 
Looked  upon  our  misery. 

4  Let  us  therefore  warble  forth 
His  high  majesty  and  worth  : 
For  His  mercies  shall  endure, 
Ever  faithful,  ever  sure. 

John  Milton  (1608 — 1674),  1624.     Ab.  and  alt 
Hw  Thanks  .ind  Praise. — Ps.  cvii ;  cxvii. 

i  Thank  and  praise  Jehovah's  Name, 
For  His  mercies,  firm  and  sure, 
From  eternity,  the  same, 
To  eternity  endure. 
2  Let  the  ransomed  thus  rejoice, 
Gathered  out  of  every  land  ; 
As  the  people  of  His  choice, 

Plucked  from  the  destroyer's  hand. 


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117 


PRAISE   TO   GOD.  S3 

Praise  Him,  ye  who  know  His  love, 

Praise  Him  from  the  depths  beneath, 
Praise  Him  in  the  heights  above  ; 

Praise  your  Maker,  all  that  breathe. 
For  His  truth  and  mercy  stand, 

Past,  and  present,  and  to  be, 
Like  the  years  of  His  right  hand, 

Like  His  own  eternity. 

James  Montgomery  (1771 — 1854),  1822.     Ah. 

7. 
"Praise  Him."' — Ps.  cl. 

Praise  the  Lord  ;  His  glories  show, 
Saints  within  His  courts  below, 
Angels  round  His  throne  above, 
Praise  Him,  all  that  share  His  love. 
Earth,  to  Heaven  exalt  the  strain, 
Send  it,  Heaven,  to  earth  again  ; 
Age  to  age,  and  shore  to  shore, 
Praise  Him,  praise  Him,  evermore. 
Praise  the  Lord  ;  His  goodness  trace, 
All  the  wonders  of  His  grace  ; 
All  that  He  hath  borne  and  done, 
All  He  sends  us  through  His  Son. 
Strings  and  voices,  hands  and  hearts, 
In  the  concert  bear  your  parts  ; 
All  that  breathe,  your  Lord  adore, 
Praise  Kim,  praise  Him  evermore. 

Rev.  Henry  Francis  Lyte  (1793 — 1847),  1834,  1841 

7. 
The  Condescension  of  God. — Ps.  cxiii. 


i  Hallelujah,  raise,  O  raise 
To  our  God  the  song  of  praise  : 
All  His  servants,  join  to  sing 
God  our  Saviour  and  our  King. 


84  PRAISE   TO    GOD. 

2  Blessed  be  for  evermore 

That  dread  Name  which  we  adore  : 

O'er  all  nations  God  alone, 

Higher  than  the  heavens  His  throne. 

3  Yet  to  view  the  heavens  He  bends  ; 
Yea,  to  earth  He  condescends ; 
Passing  by  the  rich  and  great, 

For  the  low  and  desolate. 

4  He  can  raise  the  poor  to  stand 
With  the  princes  of  the  land ; 
Wealth  upon  the  needy  shower ; 
Set  the  meanest  high  in  power. 

5  He  the  broken  spirit  cheers, 
Turns  to  joy  the  mourner's  tears  ; 
Such  the  wonders  of  His  ways  : 
Praise  His  Name,  forever  praise. 

Josiah  Conder  (1789—1855),  1837.     Ab. 


118 


Redeeming  Love. 

i  vSweet  the  time,  exceeding  sweet, 
When  the  saints  together  meet ; 
When  the  Saviour  is  the  theme, 
When  they  join  to  sing  of  Him. 

2  Sing  we  then  eternal  love, 
Such  as  did  the  Father  move : 
He  beheld  the  world  undone, 
Loved  the  world,  and  gave  His  Son. 

3  Sing  the  Son's  amazing  love : 
How  He  left  the  realms  above, 
Took  our  nature  and  our  place, 
Lived  and  died  to  save  our  race. 


PRAISE   TO    GOD.  85 

4  Sing  we,  too,  the  Spirit's  love: 

With  our  wretched  hearts  He  strove, 
Took  the  things  of  Christ,  and  showed 
How  to  reach  His  blest  abode. 

Rev.  George  Burder  (1752— 1832),  1779.     Ab.  and  alt. 
^^y  " Songs  of  Praise ." — Job  xxxviii.  7. 

i  Songs  of  praise  the  angels  sang, 
Heaven  with  hallelujahs  rang, 
When  Jehovah's  work  begun, 
When  He  spake,  and  it  was  done. 

2  Songs  of  praise  awoke  the  morn, 
When  the  Prince  of  Peace  was  born  ; 
Songs  of  praise  arose,  when  He 
Captive  led  captivity. 

3  Heaven  and  earth  must  pass  away, 
Songs  of  praise  shall  crown  that  day  : 
God  will  make  new  heavens,  new  earth, 
Songs  of  praise  shall  hail  their  birth. 

4  Saints  below,  with  heart  and  voice, 
Still  in  songs  of  praise  rejoice  ; 
Learning  here,  by  faith  and  love, 
Songs  of  praise  to  sing  above. 

5  Borne  upon  their  latest  breath, 
Songs  of  praise  shall  conquer  death  ; 
Then,  amidst  eternal  joy, 

Songs  of  praise  their  powers  employ. 

James  Montgomery  (1771— 1854),  1819,  1853.     Ab 
JifalW  Mercies  that  never  fail. 

i   Holv,  holy,  holy,  Lord, 
Be  Thy  glorious  Name  adored  : 
Lord,  Thy  mercies  never  fail ; 
Hail,  celestial  Goodness,  hail! 


86  PRAISE   TO    GOD. 

2  Though  unworthy,  Lord,  Thine  ear 
Deign  our  humble  songs  to  hear ; 
Purer  praise  we  hope  to  bring, 
When  around  Thy  throne  we  sing. 

3  While  on  earth  ordained  to  stay, 
Guide  our  footsteps  in  Thy  way, 
Till  we  come  to  dwell  with  Thee, 
Till  we  all  Thy  glory  see. 

4  Then,  with  angel-harps,  again 
We  will  wake  a  nobler  strain  ; 
There,  in  joyful  songs  of  praise, 
Our  triumphant  voices  raise. 

5  Lord,  Thy  mercies  never  fail : 
Hail,  celestial  Goodness,  hail ! 
Holy,  holy,  holy,  Lord, 

Be  Thy  glorious  Name  adored. 

Rev.  Benjamin  Williams,  1778.     Ab. 


7. 
Te  Deuni  laudamus. 


121 

1  God  eternal,  Lord  of  all, 
Lowly  at  Thy  feet  we  fall : 

All  the  earth  doth  worship  Thee, 
We  amidst  the  throng  would  be. 

2  All  the  holy  angels  cry, 

Hail,  thrice  holy,  God  most  High  : 
Lord  of  all  the  heavenly  powers, 
Be  the  same  loud  anthem  ours. 

3  God  eternal,  mighty  King, 
Unto  Thee  our  praise  we  bring : 
Seated  on  Thy  Judgment-throne, 
Number  us  among  Thine  own. 

Rev   Jame*  Elwin  .Millard,  1S4S      Ab.  and  alt 


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PRAISE    TO    GOD.  87 

L.  P.  M. 
Endless  Praise. — Ps.  cxlvi. 

i   I'll  praise  my  Maker  with  my  breath, 
And,  when  my  voice  is  lost  in  death, 
Praise  shall  employ  my  nobler  powers : 
My  days  of  praise  shall  ne'er  be  past, 
While  life,  and  thought,  and  beirg  last. 
Or  immortality  endures. 

2  Happy  the  man,  whose  hopes  rely 
On  Israel's  God  :   He  made  the  sky, 
And  earth,  and  seas,  with  all  their  train  ; 
His  truth  forever  stands  secure  ; 

He  saves  th'  opprest,  He  feeds  the  poor, 
And  none  shall  find  His  promise  vain. 

3  The  Lord  hath  eyes  to  give  the  blind  ; 
The  Lord  supports  the  sinking  mind ; 
He  sends  the  laboring  conscience  peace  ; 
He  helps  the  stranger  in  distress. 

The  widow  and  the  fatherless, 

And  grants  the  prisoner  sweet  release. 

4  I'll  praise  Him  while  He  lends  me  breath. 
And,  when  my  voice  is  lost  in  death. 
Praise  shall  employ  my  nobler  powers  : 
My  days  of  praise  shall  ne'er  be  past, 
While  life,  and  thought,  and  being  last, 
Or  immortality  endures. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts  (1674 — 1748),  1719.     Ab 


123 


7.  D. 
"  Glory  be  to  God  alone." 

Prom  the  vast  and  veiled  throng, 

Round  the  Father's  heavenly  throne, 

Swells  the  everlasting  song  : 
Glorv  be  to  God  alone  ' 


88  PRAISE   TO    GOD. 

Round  Immanuel's  cross  of  pain 
Mortal  men,  in  tribes  unknown, 

Sing  to  Him  who  once  was  slain  : 
Glory  be  to  God  alone  ! 

2  Blend,  ye  raptured  songs,  in  one, 

Men  redeemed,  your  Father  own; 
Angels,  worship  ye  the  Son : 

Glory  be  to  God  alone ! 
Spirit,  'tis  within  Thy  light, 

Streaming  far  from  cross  and  throne, 
Earth  and  Heaven  their  songs  unite : 

Glory  be  to  God  alone  ! 

Rev.  Hervey  Doddridge  Ganse  (1822 —        ),  1872 


H.  M. 
The  Lord  reignctk." — Ps 


124 

1  The  Lord  Jehovah  reigns, 

His  throne  is  built  on  high ; 
The  garments  He  assumes 

Are  light  and  majesty  : 
His  glories  shine  with  beams  so  bright, 
No  mortal  eye  can  bear  the  sight. 

2  The  thunders  of  His  hand 

Keep  the  wide  world  in  awe  ; 
His  wrath  and  justice  stand 

To  guard  His  holy  law  ; 
And  where  His  love  resolves  to  bless, 
His  truth  confirms  and  seals  the  grace. 

3  Through  all  His  ancient  works, 

Surprising  wisdom  shines  ; 
Confounds  the  powers  of  hell, 

And  breaks  their  cursed  designs  ; 
Strong  is  His  arm,  and  shall  fulfil 
His  great  decrees,  His  sovereign  will. 


PRAISE    TO    GOD.  S9 

4  And  can  this  mighty  King 
Of  Glory  condescend  ? 
And  will  He  write  His  Name, 
My  Father  and  my  Friend  ? 
I  love  His  Name,  I  love  His  Word  ; 
Join,  all  my  powers,  and  praise  the  Lord. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts  (1674 — 17481,  17  9. 

■mn  H.  M. 

lyj  Praise  from  all  Creatures. — Ps.  cxlviii. 

i   Ye  tribes  of  Adam,  join 

With  Heaven,  and  earth,  and  seas, 
And  offer  notes  divine 

To  your  Creator's  praise. 
Ye  holy  throng  of  angels  bright, 
In  words  of  light,  begin  the  song. 

2  The  shining  worlds  above 

In  glorious  order  stand, 
Or  in  swift  courses  move, 

By  His  supreme  command : 
He  spake  the  word,  and  all  their  frame 
From  nothing  came,  to  praise  the  Lord. 

3  He  moved  their  might}'  wheels 

In  unknown  ages  past, 
And  each  His  Word  fulfils, 

While  time  and  nature  last : 
In  different  ways  His  works  proclaim 
His  wondrous  Name,  and  speak  His  praise. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts,  1719.     Ab. 

1 U  U  '  •  Take  up  the  Strain . ' ' 

i  Shall  hymns  of  grateful  love 

Through  Heaven's  high  arches  ring, 
And  all  the  hosts  above 

Their  songs  of  triumph  sing ; 
And  shall  not  we  take  up  the  strain, 
And  send  the  echo  back  af.rain  ? 


90  PRAISE   TO   GOD. 

2  Shall  they  adore  the  L,ord, 

Who  bought  them  with  His  blood, 
And  all  the  love  record 

That  led  them  home  to  God ; 
And  shall  not  we  take  up  the  strain, 
And  send  the  echo  back  again  ? 

3  O  spread  the  joyful  sound, 

The  Saviour's  love  proclaim, 
And  publish  all  around 

Salvation  through  His  Name  ; 
Till  all  the  wrorld  take  up  the  strain, 
And  send  the  echo  back  again. 

Rev.  J?mes  John  Cummins  (         — 1867),  J^39-  Ab. 


L.  M. 
Exalted  above  the  Heavens.— Ps.  1\ 


127 

i  My  God,  in  whom  are  all  the  springs 
Of  boundless  love,  and  grace  unknown, 
Hide  me  beneath  Thy  spreading  wings, 
Till  the  dark  cloud  is  overblown. 

2  Up  to  the  Heavens  I  send  my  cry  ; 

The  Lord  will  my  desires  perform  : 
He  sends  His  angels  from  the  sky, 

And  saves  me  from  the  threat'ning storm. 

3  High  o'er  the  earth  Thy  mercy  reigns, 

And  reaches  to  the  utmost  sky  ; 
His  truth  to  endless  years  remains, 
When  lower  worlds  dissolve  and  die. 

4  Be  Thou  exalted,  O  my  God, 

Above  the  heavens  where  angels  dwell ; 
Thy  power  on  earth  be  known  abroad, 
And  land  to  land  Thy  wonders  tell. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts  (1674 — 1748),  1719      Ab 


123 


PRAISE   TO   GOD.  9 1 

L.  M. 
The  All-seeing  God. — Ps.  cxxxix. 

Lord,  Thou  hast  searched  and  seen  me 

through ; 
Thine  eye  commands  with  piercing  view, 
My  rising  and  my  resting  hours, 
My  heart  and  flesh  with  all  their  powers. 
My  thoughts,  before  they  are  my  own, 
Are  to  my  God  distinctly  known  ; 
He  knows  the  words  I  mean  to  speak, 
Ere  from  my  opening  lips  they  break. 
Within  Thy  circling  power  I  stand  ; 
On  every  side  I  find  Thy  hand  : 
Awake,  asleep,  at  home,  abroad, 
I  am  surrounded  still  with  God. 
Amazing  knowledge,  vast  and  great, 
What  large  extent,  what  lofty  height : 
My  soul,  with  all  the  powers  I  boast, 
Is  in  the  boundless  prospect  lost. 
O  may  these  thoughts  possess  my  breast, 
Where'er  I  rove,  where'er  I  rest, 
Nor  let  my  weaker  passions  dare 
Consent  to  sin,  for  God  is  there. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts,  1719 


129 


L.  M. 
The  Pillars  0/  Cloud  and  Fire. — Ex.  xiii.  21. 

When  Israel,  of  the  Lord  beloved, 

Out  from  the  land  of  bondage  came, 
Her  fathers'  God  before  her  moved, 

An  awful  guide,  in  smoke  and  flame. 
By  day,  along  th'  astonished  lands, 

The  cloudy  pillar  glided  slow  ; 
By  night,  Arabia's  crimsoned  sands 

Returned  the  fierv  column's  glow. 


92  PRAISE   TO    GOD. 

3  Thus  present  still,  though  now  unseen, 

O  Lord,  when  shines  the  prosperous  day, 
Be  thoughts  of  Thee  a  cloudy  screen, 
To  temper  the  deceitful  ray. 

4  And  O,  when  gathers  on  our  path, 

In  shade  and  storm,  the  frequent  night, 
Be  Thou  long-suffering,  slow  to  wrath, 
A  burning  and  a  shining  light. 

Sir  Walter  Scott  (1771— 1832),  1820.     Ah.  and  alt 

1QA  S.  P.  M. 

10U  The  Majesty  and  Might  of  God.— Vs.  xciii. 

i  The  Lord  Jehovah  reigns, 
And  royal  state  maintains, 

His  head  with  awful  glories  crowned : 
Arrayed  in  robes  of  light, 
Begirt  with  sovereign  might, 

And  rays  of  majesty  around. 

2  Upheld  by  Thy  commands, 
The  world  securely  stands, 

And  skies  and  stars  obey  Thy  word : 
Thy  throne  was  fixed  on  high 
Before  the  starry  sky : 

Eternal  is  Thy  kingdom,  Lord. 

3  Let  floods  and  nations  rage, 
And  all  their  powers  engage  ; 

Let  .swelling  tides  assault  the  sky  : 
The  terrors  of  Thy  frown 
Shall  beat  their  madness  down  ; 

Thy  throne  for  ever  stands  on  high. 

4  Thy  promises  are  true, 
Thy  grace  is  ever  new  ; 

There  fixed,  Thv  church  shall  ne'er  remove  : 


cod's   ETERNITY.  93 

Thy  saints  with  holy  fear 
Shall  in  Thy  courts  appear. 
And  sing  Thine  everlasting  love. 

Rev    Isaac  Wans  '1674 — 1748),  1719. 

•JQT  CM 

XWl  God infinite  and  ei 

i   Great  God,  how  Infinite  art  Thou, 
What  worthless  worms  are  we  : 
Let  the  whole  race  of  creatures  bow. 
And  pay  their  praise  to  Thee. 

2  Thy  throne  eternal  ages  stood, 

Ere  seas  or  stars  were  made  ; 
Thou  art  the  ever-living  God, 
Were  all  the  nations  dead. 

3  Eternity,  with  all  its  years, 

Stands  present  in  Thy  view  ; 
To  Thee  there's  nothing  old  appears, 
Great  God,  there's  nothing  new. 

4  Our  lives  thro'  various  scenes  are  drawn. 

And  vexed  with  trifling  cares  ; 
While  Thine  eternal  thought  moves  on 
Thine  undisturbed  affairs. 

5  Great  God,  how  infinite  art  Thou, 

What  worthless  worms  are  we  ; 
Let  the  whole  race  of  creatures  bow, 
And  pay  their  praise  to  Thee. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts,  1700.     Ab 


132 


C  M. 
Feared  and  loved. 


My  God,  how  wonderful  Thou  art, 
Thy  majesty  how  bright, 

How  beautiful  Thy  Mercy-seat 
In  depths  of  burning  light. 


94  god's  ktkrnity. 

2  How  dread  are  Thine  eternal  years, 

O  Everlasting  Lord  ; 
By  prostrate  spirits  day  and  night 
Incessantly  adored. 

3  O  how  I  fear  Thee,  living  God, 

With  deepest,  tenderest  fears, 
And  worship  Thee  with  trembling  hope, 
And  penitential  tears. 

4  Yet  I  may  love  Thee  too,  O  Lord, 

Almighty  as  Thou  art ; 
For  Thou  hast  stooped  to  ask  of  me 
The  love  of  my  poor  heart. 

5  No  earthly  father  loves  like  Thee, 

No  mother  half  so  mild 
Bears  and  forbears,  as  Thou  hast  done 
With  me,  Thy  sinful  child. 

6  Father  of  Jesus,  love's  reward, 

What  rapture  will  it  be, 
Prostrate  before  Thy  throne  to  lie, 
And  gaze,  and  gaze  on  Thee, 

Rev.  Frederick  William  Faber  (1814— 1863),  1849.     Ab, 

■JQO  CM. 

JLww  God  our  Help,  and  Security. — Ps.  xc. 

i  O  God,  our  help  in  ages  past, 
Our  hope  for  years  to  come  ; 
Our  shelter  from  the  stormy  blast, 
And  our  eternal  home  : 

2  Under  the  shadow  of  Thy  throne 

Thy  saints  have  dwelt  secure ; 
Sufficient  is  Thine  arm  alone, 
And  our  defence  is  sure. 

3  Before  the  hills  in  order  stood, 

Or  earth  received  her  frame, 


GOD'S    ETERNITY   AND    GOODNESS.  95 

Fiom  everlasting  Thou  art  God, 
To  endless  years  the  same. 

4  A  thousand  ages,  in  Thy  sight, 

Are  like  an  evening  gone  ; 
Short  as  the  watch  that  ends  the  night, 
Before  the  rising  sun. 

5  Time,  like  an  ever-rolling  stream, 

Bears  all  its  sons  away  ; 
They  fly,  forgotten,  as  a  dream 
Dies  at  the  opening  day. 

6  O  God,  our  help  in  ages  past, 

Our  hope  for  years  to  come, 
Be  Thou  our  guard  while  troubles  last, 
And  our  eternal  home. 

Rev.  Isaac  Vv  atts  (1674 — 1748),  i7'9-    Ab.  and  si.  alt. 

"\OA  C.  M. 

AW TT  Ihe  constant  Goodness  of  God. — Ps.  cxxxix. 

i  Jehovah,  God,  Thy  gracious  pow'r 
On  ev'ry  hand  we  see ; 
O  ma}*  the  blessings  of  each  hour 
Lead  all  our  thoughts  to  Thee. 

2  If  on  the  wings  of  morn  we  speed 

To  earth's  remotest  bound, 
TI13*  hand  will  there  our  footsteps  lead, 
Thy  loTre  our  path  surround. 

3  Thy  power  is  in  the  ocean  deeps, 

And  reaches  to  the  skies  ; 
Thine  eye  of  mercy  never  sleeps, 
Thy  goodness  never  dies. 

4  From  morn  till  noon,  till  latest  eve, 

Thy  hand,  O  God,  we  see  ; 
And  all  the  blessings  we  receive, 
Proceed  alone  from  Thee. 


gf>  GOD'S    MAJESTY. 

5  In  all  the  changing  scenes  of  time, 
On  Thee  our  hopes  depend  ; 
Through  every  age,  in  every  clime, 
Our  Father,  and  our  Friend. 

Rev.  John  Thomson  (1782—1818),  1810.     SI.  alt. 
135  The  Majesty  of  Cod. 

i  The  Lord  our  God  is  clothed  with  might; 
The  winds  obey  His  will  ; 
He  speaks,  and  in  His  heav'nly  height 
The  rolling  sun  stands  still. 

2  Rebel,  ye  waves,  and  o'er  the  land 

With  threatening  aspect  roar : 

The  Lord  uplifts  His  awful  hand, 

And  chains  you  to  the  shore. 

3  Howl,  winds  of  night,  your  force  combine; 

Without  His  high  behest, 
Ye  shall  not  in  the  mountain  pine 
Disturb  the  sparrow's  nest. 

4  His  voice  sublime  is  heard  afar, 

In  distant  peals  it  dies ; 
He  yokes  the  whirlwind  to  His  car, 
And  sweeps  the  howling  skies. 

5  Ye  nations,  bend,  in  reverence  bend  ; 

Ye  monarchs,  wait  His  nod  ; 
And  bid  the  choral  song  ascend, 
To  celebrate  our  God. 

Henry  Kirke  White  (1785—1806),  1806. 

T3£  c  M- 

JLww  The  Sovereignty  of  God. 

i   Keep  silence,  all  created  things, 
And  wait  your  Master's  nod  ; 
My  soul  stands  trembling  while  she  sings 
The  honors  of  her  God. 


GOD'S    MAJESTY.  97 

2  Life,  death,  and  hell,  and  worlds  unknown, 

Hang  on  His  firm  decree ; 
He  sits  on  no  precarious  throne, 
Xor  borrows  leave  to  be. 

3  His  providence  unfolds  the  book, 

And  makes  His  counsels  shine ; 
Kach  opening  leaf,  and  every  stroke. 
Fulfils  some  deep  design. 

4  In  Thy  fair  book  of  life  and  grace 

O  may  I  find  my  name, 
Recorded  in  some  humble  place, 
Beneath  my  Lord,  the  Lamb. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts  (1674 — 1748),  1706.     Ab.  and  alt 


C.  M. 

Resignation  to  God '  s  Will. 


137 

1  Since  all  the  varying  scenes  of  time 

God's  watchful  eye  surveys, 
O  who  so  wise  to  choose  our  lot, 
Or  to  appoint  our  ways? 

2  Good,  when  He  gives,  supremely  good 

Nor  less  when  He  denies ; 
E'en  crosses,  from  His  sovereign  hand, 
Are  blessings  in  disguise. 

3  Why  should  we  doubt  a  Father's  love, 

So  constant  and  so  kind  ? 
To  His  unerring  gracious  will 
Be  every  wish  resigned. 

4  In  Thy  fair  book  of  life  divine, 

My  God,  inscribe  my  name  ; 
There  let  it  fill  some  humble  place 
Beneath  my  Lord,  the  Lamb. 

Rev.  James  Hervey  (1714—1758),  1-4^      Al 


98        god's  omniscience  and  goodness. 

■JOQ  C.  M. 

Ijy  Mercies  of  God  recounted. 

i  When  all  Thy  mercies,  0  my  God, 
My  rising  soul  surveys, 
Transported  with  the  view,  I'm  lost 
In  wonder,  love,  and  praise. 

2  Unnumbered  comforts  to  my  soul 

Thy  tender  care  bestowed, 
Before  my  infant  heart  conceived 
From  whom  those  comforts  flowed. 

3  When  worn  with  sickness,  oft  hast  Thou 

With  health  renewed  my  face  ; 
And,  when  in  sins  and  sorrows  sunk, 
Revived  my  soul  with  grace. 

4  Ten  thousand  thousand  precious  gifts 

My  daily  thanks  employ  ; 
Nor  is  the  least  a  cheerful  heart 
That  tastes  those  gifts  with  joy. 

5  Through  every  period  of  my  life 

Thy  goodness  I'll  pursue  ; 
And  after  death,  in  distant  worlds, 
The  glorious  theme  renew. 

6  Through  all  eternity  to  Thee 

A  joyful  song  I'll  raise ; 
For  O,  eternity's  too  short 
To  utter  all  Thy  praise. 

Joseph  Addison  (1672 — 1719),  1712.     Ab 

IOQ  cm. 

Iww  God's  Omniscience. — Ps.  cxxxix. 

I  In  all  my  vast  concerns  with  Thee, 
In  vain  my  soul  would  try 
To  shun  Thy  presence,  Lord,  or  flee 
The  notice  of  Thine  eye. 


GOD'S   NEARNESS.  99 

2  Thine  all-surrounding  sight  surveys 

My  rising  and  my  rest, 
My  public  walks,  my  private  ways, 
And  secrets  of  my  breast. 

3  My  thoughts  lie  open  to  the  Lord, 

Before  they're  formed  within  ; 
And  ere  my  lips  pronounce  the  word, 
He  knows  the  sense  I  mean. 

4  If  o'er  my  sins  I  seek  to  draw 

The  curtains  of  the  night, 
Those  flaming  eyes  that  guard  Thy  law 
Would  turn  the  shades  to  light. 

5  The  beams  of  noon,  the  midnight  hour, 

Are  both  alike  to  Thee  : 
O  may  I  ne'er  provoke  that  power 
From  which  I  cannot  flee. 

Rev    Isaac  Watts  (1674—1748),  1719.     Ab. 

UH  CM.  61. 

A  iv  Far  off,  yet  near.— Acts  xvii.  24,  27. 

i   Beyond,  beyond  that  boundless  sea, 

Above  that  dome  of  sky, 
Farther  than  thought  itself  can  flee, 
Thy  dwelling  is  on  high  ; 
Yet  dear  the  awful  thought  to  me 
That  Thou,  my  God,  art  nigh. 

2  We  hear  Thy  voice  when  thunders  roll 
Through  the  wide  fields  of  air ; 

The  waves  obey  Thy  dread  control  ; 
Yet  still  Thou  art' not  there  : 

Where  shall  I  find  Him,  O  my  soul, 
Who  vet  is  everywhere  ? 


IOO  god's  MAJESTY  and  mercy. 

3  0  not  in  circling  depth  or  height, 
But  in  the  conscious  breast, 
Present  to  faith,  though  vailed  from  sight, 

There  doth  His  Spirit  rest : 
O  come,  Thou  Presence  Infinite, 
And  make  Thy  creature  blest. 

Josiah  Conder  (1789 — 1855),  1S22.     Ab 

1A1  CM. 

1  i  1  "He  bowed  the  Heaz>ens." — Ps.  xviii. 

i  The  Lord  descended  from  above, 

And  bowed  the  heavens  most  high  ; 
And  underneath  His  feet  He  cast 
The  darkness  of  the  sky. 

2  On  cherub  and  on  cherubim 

Full  royally  He  rode  ; 
And  on  the  wings  of  all  the  winds 
Came  flying  all  abroad. 

3  He  sat  serene  upon  the  floods, 

Their  fury  to  restrain  ; 
And  He,  as  Sovereign  Lord  and  King, 
For  evermore  shall  reign. 

4  The  Lord  will  give  His  people  strength 

W  nereby  the}'  shall  increase  ; 
And  He  will  bless  His  chosen  flock 
With  everlasting  peace. 

Thomas  Sternhold  (         — 154  Ab.  and  alt. 


142 


S.  M. 
Abou.7iding  Compassion  0/  God.— T?S.  ciii. 

My  soul,  repeat  His  praise, 
Whose  mercies  are  so  great ; 

Whose  anger  is  so  slow  to  rise, 
So  readv  to  abate. 


-    MAJKSTV    AND    MERCY.  IOJ 

2  God  will  not  always  chide  ; 

And  when  His  strokes  are  felt. 
His  strokes  are  fewer  than  our  crimes, 
And  lighter  than  our  guilt. 

3  High  as  the  heavens  are  raised 

Above  the  ground  we  tread, 
So  far  the  riches  of  His  grace 
Our  highest  thoughts  exceed. 

4  His  power  subdues  our  sins, 

And  His  forgiving  love, 
Far  as  the  east  is  from  the  west, 
Doth  all  our  guilt  remove. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts  (1674 

UO  S.   M. 

J,  i  J         "He  kno-.veth  our  1-rame." — Ps.  ciii.  13 — 18. 

i  The  pity  of  the  Lord 

To  those  that  fear  His  Xame, 
Is  such  as  tender  parents  feel : 
He  knows  our  feeble  frame. 

2  He  knows  we  are  but  dust. 

Scattered  with  every  breath  ; 
His  anger,  like  a  rising  wind. 
Can  send  us  swift  to  death. 


.-> 


Our  days  are  as  the  gra--. 

Or  like  the  morning  flower : 
If  one  sharp  blast  sweep  o'er  the  field. 

It  withers  in  an  hour. 

4  But  Thy  compassions.  Lord. 
To  endless  years  endure  ; 
And  children's  children  ever  find 
Thy  words  of  promise  sure. 

Rev    haac  Walts,  1719 


102  SPIRITUAL   WORSHIP. 

14 4  " /My,  holy,  'holy,  Lord. ' ' 

i  Father,  Thine  Elect  who  lovest 

With  an  everlasting  love  ; 
Saviour,  who  the  bar  removest 

From  the  holy  home  above ; 
Spirit,  daily  meetness  bringing 

For  the  glory  there  upstored  : 
List  to  Thy  glad  people  singing, 

"Holy,  holy,  holy,  Lord  !  " 

2  Lord,  with  sin-bound  souls  Thou  bearest, 

Struggling  towards  this  strain  divine  ; 
Glad  on  mortal  lips  Thou  nearest 

That  thrice  awful  Name  of  Thine. 
But  Thou  listenest,  O  how  sweetly  ! 

When  from  holy  lips  outpoured, 
Rings   through    Heaven  this  strain  full 

"Holy,  holy,   holy,  Lord!"     [meetly, 

3  Shall  we,  Lord,  meet  voices  never 

Bring  to  that  eternal  hymn  ? 
Hallow  us  to  help  th'  endeavor 

Of  Thy  pure-lipped  seraphim  : 
Hark  !   their  own  high  strain  we   bring 

Listen  to  the  full  accord  !  [Thee  ; 

Sweet  the  song  we  ever  sing  Thee, 

"Holy,  holy,  holy,  Lord!" 

Thomas  Hornblower  Gill  (1819—        ),  i860.     Ah 


IZLC  8.  7.  D. 

X  o»  O  Perpetual  Pentecost. 

1   Day  divine,  when  sudden  streaming 
To  the  Lord's  first  lovers  came 
Glory  new  and  treasures  teeming, 
Mighty  gifts  and  tongues  of  flame  ! 


SPIRITUAL    WORSHIP.  I03 

Day  to  happy  souls  commended. 
When  the  Holy  Ghost  was  given, 

When  the  Comforter  descended. 

And  brought  down  the  joy  of  Heaven  ! 

2  Hath  the  Holy  Ghost  been  holden 

By  those  ancient  saints  alone  ? 
Only  may  the  ages  olden 

Call  the  Comforter  their  own  ? 
Wonders  we  may  not  inherit. 

Signs  and  tongues  we  may  not  crave ; 
Yet  we  still  receive  the  Spirit, 

Still  the  Comforter  we  have. 

3  Sure  the  Holy  Ghost  is  dwelling 

With  the  souls  that  holier  grow  ; 
Signs  most  glorious,  all  excelling, 

Witness  brightest  we  may  show  : 
Hope  that  makes  ashamed  never. 

Perfect  peace  that  passe th  thought, 
Might}'  joy  that  stayeth  ever. 

Love  Divine  that  changeth  not. 

Thomas  Hornblower  Gill,  1S60.     Ab. 

14-£  8.  7.  D. 

iTv  Dismission. 

Lord,  dismiss  us  with  Thy  blessing, 

Bid  us  now  depart  in  peace  ; 
Still  on  heavenly  manna  feeding, 

Let  our  faith  and  love  increase : 
Fill  each  breast  with  consolation  ; 

Up  to  Thee  our  hearts  we  raise  ; 
When  we  reach  our  blissful  station, 

Then  we'll  give  Thee  nobler  praise. 

Rev.  Robert  Hawker  i  1753 — 1827),  1794 


104  CHRIST   X.OOKED    FOR. 

ATX  1  "  What  of  the  Night?  "  —  Is.  xxi.  n  . 

i  Watchman,  tell  us  of  the  night, 
What  its  signs  of  promise  are  : 

Traveller,  o'er  yon  mountain's  height, 
vSee  that  glory  beaming  star ! 

Watchman,  does  its  beauteous  ray 
Aught  of  joy  or  hope  foretell  ? 

Traveller,  yes;  it  brings  the  day — 

|| :  Promised  day  of  Israel.  :|| 

2  Watchman,  tell  us  of  the  night ; 

Higher  yet  that  star  ascends : 
Traveller,  blessedness  and  light, 

Peace  and  truth,  its  course  portends. 
Watchman,  will  its  beams  alone 

Gild  the  spot  that  gave  them  birth? 
Traveller,  ages  are  its  own, 
|| :  See,  it  bursts  o'er  all  the  earth.  :|[ 

3  Watchman,  tell  us  of  the  night, 

For  the  morning  seems  to  dawn  : 
Traveller,  darkness  takes  its  flight, 

Doubt  and  terror  are  withdrawn, 
Watchman,  let  thy  wanderings  cease  ; 

Hie  thee  to  thy  quiet  home : 
Traveller,  lo,  the  Prince  of  Peace, 
j| :  Lo,  the  Son  of  God  is  come !  :|| 

Sir  John  Bowring  (7792— TJ72),  1825.     SI.  alt. 


148 


C.  M.  D 
Song  of  the  A  it  gels  —  LlTKE  1  i . 


While  shepherds  watched  their  flocks  by 
All  seated  on  the  ground.  [night, 

The  angel  of  the  Lord  came  down, 
And  glory  shone  around. 


Christ  wki.comkh.  105 

"  Fear  not,"  said  he,  for  mighty  dread 

Had  seized  their  troubled  mind  ; 
"  Glad  tidings  of  great  joy  I  bring 

To  you,  and  all  mankind. 

"To  you,  in  David's  town,  this  day, 

Is  born  of  David's  line, 
'The  Saviour,  who  is  Christ,  the  Lord  ; 

And  this  shall  be  the  sign  : 
The  Heavenly  Babe  you  there  shall  find 

To  human  view  displayed. 
All  meanly  wrapped  in  swathing  bands, 

And  in  a  manger  laid." 

Thus  spake  the  seraph,  and  forthwith 

Appeared  a  shining  throng 
Of  angels,  praising  God,  and  thus 

Addressed  their  joyful  song: 
"All  glory  be  to  God  on  high, 

And  to  the  earth  be  peace  ; 
Good-will  henceforth  from  Heaven  to  men 


Begin,  and  never  cease.' 


Xahum  'late  (1652- 


149 


:  51. 

Hark,  the  glad  Sound." — I: 


Hark,  the  glad  sound,  the  Saviour  comes, 

The  Saviour  promised  long  : 
Let  ev'ry  heart  prepare  a  throne, 
|| :  And  ev'ry  voice  a  song.  :|| 

He  comes,  the  prisoners  to  release 

In  Satan's  bondage  held  ; 
The  gates  of  brass  before  Him  burst. 
|[:  The  iron  fetters  yield.  :|| 
He  comes,  from  thickest  films  of  vice 

To  clear  the  mental  ray, 


Io6  CHRIST   WELCOMED. 

And  on  the  eyeballs  of  the  blind 
|| :  To  pour  celestial  day.  :|| 

4  He  comes,  the  broken  heart  to  bind, 

The  bleeding  soul  to  cure, 
And  with  the  treasures  of  His  grace 
|| :  T'  enrich  the  humble  poor.  :|| 

5  Our  glad  hosannas,  Prince  of  Peace, 

Thy  welcome  shall  proclaim, 
And  Heaven's  eternal  arches  ring 
|| :  With  Thy  beloved  Name.  :|| 

Rev.  Philip  Doddridge  (1702 — 1751),  1735. 

inn  cm. 51. 

XwU      The  Messiah' a  Coining  and  Kingdom. — Is.  ix.  1 — 7. 

i  The  race  that  long  in  darkness  pined 
Have  seen  a  glorious  Light ; 
The  people  dwell  in  day,  who  dwelt 
||:  In  death's  surrounding  night.  :|| 

2  To  hail  Thy  rise,  Thou  better  Sun, 

The  gathering  nations  come, 
Joyous  as  when  the  reapers  bear 
|| :  The  harvest-treasures  home.  :|| 

3  To  us  a  Child  of  Hope  is  born, 

To  us  a  Son  is  given  ; 
Him  shall  the  tribes  of  earth  obey, 
|| :  Him  all  the  hosts  of  Heaven.  :|| 

4  His  Name  shall  be  the  Prince  of  Peace 

Forevermore  adored, 
The  Wonderful,  the  Counsellor, 
|| :  The  great  and  mighty  Lord.  :|| 

5  His  power  increasing  still  shall  spread; 

His  reign  no  end  shall  know ; 
Justice  shall  guard  His  throne  above, 
|| :  And  peace  abound  below.  :|| 

Rev.  John  Morrison  (1749 — 1798),  1770.     Ab. 


CHRIST   WELCOMED  I07 

151  "  The  Herald  Angels." 

i  Hark,  the  herald  angels  sing, 
4 '  Glory  to  the  new-born  King  ! 
Peace  on  earth,  and  mercy  mild, 
God  and  sinners  reconciled  !" 
Joyful,  all  ye  nations,  rise, 
Join  the  triumph  of  the  skies  ; 

|| :  Universal  nature  say, 

"Christ  the  Lord  is  born  to-day."  :|| 

2  Christ,  by  highest  Heaven  adored  ! 
Christ,  the  everlasting  Lord  ! 
Late  in  time  behold  Him  come, 
Offspring  of  a  Virgin's  womb  ! 
Veiled  in  flesh  the  Godhead  see, 
Hail,  th'  incarnate  Deity  ! 

|| :  Pleased  as  man  with  men  to  dwell, 
Jesus,  our  Immanuel.  :|| 

3  Hail,  the  heavenly  Prince  of  Peace  ! 
Hail,  the  Sun  of  Righteousness  ' 
Light  and  life  to  all  He  brings, 
Risen  with  healing  in  His  wings. 
Mild  He  lays  His  glory  by, 

Born  that  man  no  more  may  die, 
|| :  Born  to  raise  the  sons  of  earth, 
Born  to  give  them  second  birth.  :|| 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley  (1708— 1788),  1739.     Ab.  and  alt. 

iro  7.  D. 

Ivj->J  "He  has  come." 

i   He  has  come,  the  Christ  of  God  ; 
Left  for  us  His  glad  abode ; 
Stooping  from  His  throne  of  bliss, 
To  this  darksome  wilderness  ! 
He  has  come,  the  Prince  of  Peace ; 
Come  to  bid  our  sorrows  cease ; 


108  CHRIST   WELCOMED. 

|| :  Come  to  scatter,  with  His  light, 
All  the  shadows  of  our  night.  :|| 

2  He,  the  mighty  King,  has  come, 
Making  this  poor  earth  His  home ; 
Come  to  bear  our  sin's  sad  load, 
Son  of  David,  Son  of  God. 

He  has  come,  whose  Name  of  grace 
Speaks  deliverance  to  our  race  ; 
||:  Left  for  ufs  His  glad  abode, 
Son  of  Mary,  Son  of  God.  :|| 

3  Unto  us  a  Child  is  born  ; 
Ne'er  has  earth  beheld  a  morn 
Out  of  all  the  morns  of  time 
Half  so  glorious  in  its  prime. 
Unto  us  a  Son  is  given  ; 

He  has  come  from  God's  own  Heaven, 
|| .  Bringing  with  Him  from  above 
Holy  peace,  and  holy  love.  :|| 

Rev.  Horatius  Bonar  (1808—        ),  1857.     SI.  alt. 


P.  M. 
'Adeste  Fideles. 


153 

1  Come,  all  ye  faithful, 
Joyful  and  triumphant, 

To  Bethlehem  hasten  now  with  glad  accord  ; 

Come,  and  behold  Him 

Born,  the  King  of  angels, 
O  come,  let  us  adore  Him,  Christ  the  Uord. 

2  Sing,  choirs  of  angels, 
Sing  in  exultation, 

Through    Heaven's   high  arches   be   your 
praises  poured ; 

Now  to  our  God  be 

Glory  in  the  highest : 
O  come,  let  us  adore  Him,  Christ  the  Lord. 


CHRIST'S   COMING.  log 

3  Yea,  Lord,  we  bless  Thee, 

Born  for  our  salvation  ; 
Jesus,  forever  be  Thy  Name  adored ; 

Word  of  the  Father, 

Now  in  flesh  appearing : 
O  come,  let  us  adore  Him,  Christ  the  Lord. 

Unknown  Author,  of  uncertain  date. 
Tr.  by  Rev.  Frederick  Oakeley  (1802— 1880),  1841.     Ab.  and  alt. 


C.  M.  D. 

Ch?ist»ias  Carol . 


154 

1  It  came  upon  the  midnight  clear, 

That  glorious  song  of  old. 
From  angels  bending  near  the  earth, 

To  touch  their  harps  of  gold  : 
"  Peace  on  earth,  good-will  to  men 

From  Heaven's  all-gracious  King." 
The  world  in  solemn  stillness  lay 

To  hear  the  angel>  sing. 

2  Still  through  the  cloven  skies  they  come 

With  peaceful  wings  unfurled  : 
And  still  their  heavenly  music  floats 

O'er  all  the  weary  world : 
Above  its  sad  and  lowly  plains 

They  bend  on  hovering  wing, 
And  ever  o'er  its  Babel  sounds 

The  blessed  angels  sing. 

3  But  with  the  woes  of  sin  and  strife 

The  world  has  suffered  long : 
Beneath  the  angel-strain  have  rolled 

Two  thousand  years  of  wrong  : 
And  man.  at  war  with  man,  hears  not 

The  love-song  which  they  bring  : 
O  hush  the  noise,  ye  men  of  strife, 

And  hear  the  angels  sing. 


IIO  CHRIST'S    COMINCx. 

4  And  ye,  beneath  life's  crushing  load 

Whose  forms  are  bending  low, 
Who  toil  along  the  climbing  way, 

With  painful  steps  and  slow, — 
Look  now ;  for  glad  and  golden  hours 

Come  swiftly  on  the  wing  : 
O  rest  beside  the  weary  road, 

And  hear  the  angels  sing. 

5  For  lo,  the  days  are  hastening  on, 

By  prophet-bards  foretold, 
When  with  the  ever-circling  years 

Comes  round  the  age  of  gold : 
When  peace  shall  over  all  the  earth 

Its  ancient  splendors  fling, 
And  the  whole  world  give  back  the  song 

Which  now  the  angels  sing. 

Rev.  Edmund  Hamilton  Sears  (1810 — 1876),  1850 
155  r/CM'Dv 

Xww  Llirisimas  Song. 

i  Calm  on  the  listening  ear  of  night 

Come  Heaven's  melodious  strains, 
Where  wild  Judea  stretches  far 

Her  silver-mantled  plains  ; 
Celestial  choirs,  from  courts  above, 

Shed  sacred  glories  there  ; 
And  angels,  with  their  sparkling  lyres, 

Make  music  on  the  air. 
2  The  answering  hills  of  Palestine 

Send  back  the  glad  reply, 
And  greet  from  all  their  holy  heights 

The  Day-spring  from  on  high  : 
O'er  the  blue  depths  of  Galilee 

There  comes  a  holier  calm  ; 
And  Sharon  waves  in  solemn  praise 

Her  silent  groves  of  palm. 


CHRIST'S   COMING.  Ill 

3  Glory  to  God  !  the  loft}-  strain 

The  realm  of  ether  fills  ; 
How  sweeps  the  song  of  solemn  joy 

O'er  Judah's  sacred  hills  ! 
"  Glory  to  God  !  "   the  sounding  skies 

Loud  with  their  anthems  ring : 
"Peace  on  the  earth;  good-will  to  men, 

From  Heaven's  eternal  King." 

Rev.  Edmund  Hamilton  Sears,  1835.     Ab 
(LwU  God 's  great  Love  for  Man. — Ps.  viii. 

r  O  Lord,  how  good,  how  great  art  Thou, 
In  Heaven  and  earth  the  same ; 
There  angels  at  Thy  footstool  bow, 
Here  babes  Thy  grace  proclaim. 

2  When  glorious  in  the  nightly  sky 

Thy  moon  and  stars  I  see, 
O,  what  is  man,  I  wondering  cry, 
To  be  so  loved  by  Thee. 

3  To  him  Thou  hourly  deign' st  to  give 

New  mercies  from  on  high  ; 
Didst  quit  Thy  throne  with  him  to  live, 
For  him  in  pain  to  die. 

4  Close  to  Thine  own  bright  seraphim 

His  favored  path  is  trod ; 
And  all  beside  are  serving  him, 
That  he  may  serve  his  God. 

5  O  Lord,  how  good,  how  great  art  Thou, 

In  Heaven  and  earth  the  same  ; 
There  angels  at  Thy  footstool  bow, 
Here  babes  Thy  grace  proclaim. 

Rev.  Henry  Francis  Lyte  (1793 — 1847),  1S34 


H2  CHRIST'S   COMING. 

1H7  c.  m. 

IWI  The  glad  Approach. 

i  Messiah,  at  Thy  glad  approach 
The  howling  winds  are  still ; 
Thy  praises  fill  the  lonely  waste, 
And  breathe  from  every  hill. 

2  The  hidden  fountains,  at  Thy  call, 

Their  sacred  stores  unlock  ; 
Loud  in  the  desert  sudden  streams 
Burst  living  from  the  rock. 

3  The  incense  of  the  Spring  ascends 

Upon  the  morning  gale  ; 
Red  o'er  the  hill  the  roses  bloom, 
The  lilies  in  the  vale. 

4  Renewed,  the  earth  a  robe  of  light, 

A  robe  of  beauty  wears ; 
And  in  new  heavens  a  brighter  sun 
Leads  on  the  promised  years. 

5  Let  Israel  to  the  Prince  of  Peace 

The  loud  hosanna  sing  ; 
With  hallelujahs  and  with  hymns, 
O  Zion,  hail  thy  King. 

Michael  Bruce  (1746— 1767),  1781.     Ah. 


100  "Joy  to  the  U  01  Id."— Ps.  xcviii. 

i  Joy  to  the  world,  the  Lord  is  come: 
Let  earth  receive  her  King ; 
Let  every  heart  prepare  Him  room, 
And  Heaven  and  nature  sing. 

2  Joy  to  the  earth,  the  Saviour  reigns: 
Let  men  their  songs  employ ; ' 


CHRIST'S   REIGN.  II3 

While  fields  and  floods,  rocks,  hills,  and 
Repeat  the  sounding  joy.  [plains, 

3  Xo  more  let  sins  and  sorrows  grow, 

Nor  thorns  infest  the  ground  : 
He  comes  to  make  His  blessings  flow 
Far  as  the  curse  is  found. 

4  He  rules  the  world  with  truth  and  grace, 

And  makes  the  nations  prove 
The  glories  of  His  righteousness, 
And  Avonders  of  His  love. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts  (1674— 174S),  1709. 
,±3<J  "The  Lord  reignetli."—Yi>.  xcvi. 

i  Sing  to  the  Lord,  ye  distant  lands, 
Ye  tribes  of  every  tongue : 
His  new  discovered  grace  demands 
A  new  and  nobler  song. 

2  Say  to  the  nations,  Jesus  reigns, 

God's  own  almighty  Son  ; 
His  power  the  sinking  wrorld  sustains, 
And  grace  surrounds  His  throne. 

3  Behold  He  comes,  He  comes  to  bless 

The  nations  as  their  God  ; 
To  show  the  world  His  righteousness, 
And  send  His  truth  abroad. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts,  1719.     Ab. 


P.  M. 
'Shout  the  glad  Tidings. 


160 

I   Ziox,  the  marvelous  story  be  telling, 
The  Son  of  the  Highest,  how  lowlv  His 
birth, 
Thebrightest  archangel  in  glory  excel  ling. 


114  CHRIST   IN   THE    MANGER. 

He  stoops  to  redeem  thee,   He  reigns 
upon  earth. 
Shout  the  glad  tidings,  exultingly  sing, 
Jerusalem  triumphs,  Messiah  is  King  ! 

2  Tell  how  He  cometh  ;  from  nation  to  na- 

tion, [echo  round  ; 

The  heart-cheering  news,  let  the  earth 
How  free  to  the  faithful  He  offers  salva- 
tion, [are  crowned  ; 

How  His  people  with  joy  everlasting 
Shout  the  glad  tidings,  &c. 

3  Mortals,  your  homage  be  gratefully  bring- 

ing, Larise  ; 

And  sweet  let   the  gladsome  hosanna 

Ye  angels,  the  full  hallelujah  be  singing  ; 

One  chorus  resound  through  the  earth 

and  the  skies. 

Shout  the  glad  tidings,  &c. 

Rev.  William  Augustus  Muhlenberg  (1796 — 1877),  1823. 

1C1  H.  10. 

101  "Brigkest  and  best." 

i  Brighest  and    best  of  the  sons  of  the 
morning, 
Dawn   on   our  darkness,   and  lend  us 
thine  aid  : 
Star  of  the  Kast,  the  horizon  adorning, 
Guide  where  our  infant  Redeemer  is  laid. 

2  Cold   on   His   cradle    the  dew-drops  are 


shinin 


t>> 


Low  lies  His  head  with  the  beasts  of 
the  stall ; 
Angels  adore  Him  in  slumber  reclining, 
Maker, and  Monarch, and  Saviour  of  all 


CHRIST    IN   THK    MANGER.  115 

3  Say,  shall  we  yield  Him,  in  costly  devo- 

tion, 
Odors  of  Edom,  and  offerings  divine, 
Gems  of  the  mountain,  and  pearls  of  the 

ocean, 
Myrrh  from  the  forest,  or  gold  from  the 
mine? 

4  Vainly  we  offer  each  ample  oblation  ; 

Vainly    with    gifts    would    His   favor 
secure  : 
Richer  by  far  is  the  heart's  adoration  ; 
Dearer  to  God  are  the  prayers  of  the 
poor. 

5  Brightest  and  best   of  the   sons   of    the 

morning, 
Dawn  on  our  darkness,  and  lend  us  Thine 

aid : 
Star  of  the  East,  the  horizon  adorning, 
Guide  where  our  infant  Redeemer  islaid. 

Bp.  Reginald  Heber  (1783— 1826;,  1811. 


1£9  7.7.8.8.7.7. 

40tal  "  Crowned  with  Glory." — Heb.  ii.  19. 

i  Who  is  He  in  yonder  stall, 
At.  whose  feet  the  shepherds  fall  ? 
'Tis  the  Lord  !  O  wondrous  story  ! 
'Tis  the  Lord,  the  King  of  glory  ! 
At  His  feet  we  humbly  fall ; 
Crown  Him,  crown  Him.  Lord  of  all ! 

2  Who  is  He  in  deep  distress, 
Fasting  in  the  wilderness  ? 
'Tis  the  Lord  !  O  wondrous  story  ! 
'Tis  the  Lord,  the  King  of  glory  ! 


Jl6  CHRIST   IN   THE   MANGER. 

At  His  feet  we  humbly  fall ; 

Crown  Him,  crown  Him,  Lord  of  all ! 

3  Who  is  He  that  stands  and  weeps 
At  the  grave  where  Lazarus  sleeps  ? 
'Tis  the  Lord  !  O  wondrous  story  ! 
'Tis  the  Lord,  the  King  of  glory  ! 
At  His  feet  we  humbly  fall ; 

Crown  Him,  crown  Him,  Lord  of  all ! 

4  Lo,  at  midnight,  who  is  He 
Prays  in  dark  Gethsemane  ? 

'Tis  the  Lord  !  O  wondrous  story  ! 
'Tis  the  Lord,  the  King  of  glory  ! 
At  His  feet  we  humbly  fall ; 
Crown  Him,  crown  Him,  Lord  of  all ! 

5  On  the  cross,  lo  !  who  is  He 
Sheds  His  precious  blood  for  me  ? 
'Tis  the  Lord  !  O  wondrous  story  ! 
'Tis  the  Lord,  the  King  of  glory  ! 
At  His  feet  we  humbly  fall ; 

Crown  Him,  crown  Him,  Lord  of  all ! 

6  Who  is  He  that  from  the  grave 
Comes  to  heal  and  help  and  save  ? 
'Tis  the  Lord  !  O  wondrous  story  ! 
'Tis  the  Lord,  the  King  of  glory  ! 
At  His  feet  we  humbly  fall ; 

Crown  Him,  crown  Him,  Lord  of  all ! 

7  Who  is  He  that  on  yon  throne 
Reigns  as  King  of  kings  alone? 
'Tis  the  Lord  !  O  wondrous  story  ! 
'Tis  the  Lord,  the  King  of  glory  ! 
At  His  feet  we  humbly  fall  ; 

Crown  Him,  crown  Him,  Lord  of  all ! 

B.  R.  Handy  (        —        ),  .     Ab. 


163 


CHRIST'S    BIRTH.  J  1} 

L.  M. 
"Gelobet  seist  Du,  Jesu  Christ." 

All  praise  to  Thee,  eternal  Lord, 
Clothed  in  the  garb  of  flesh  and  blood ; 
Choosing  a  manger  for  Thy  throne, 
While  worlds  on  worlds  are  Thine  alone. 
Once  did  the  skies  before  Thee  bow  ; 
A  virgin's  arms  contain  Thee  now  : 
Angels  who  did  in  Thee  rejoice 
Now  listen  for  Thine  infant  voice. 
A  little  child  Thou  art  our  guest, 
That  weary  ones  in  Thee  may  rest ; 
Forlorn  and  lowly  is  Thy  birth, 
That  we  ma}-  rise  to  Heaven  from  earth. 
Thou  comest  in  the  darksome  night 
To  make  us  children  of  the  light, 
To  make  us,  in  the  realms  divine, 
Like  Thine  own  angels  round  Thee  shine. 

Rev.  Martin  Luther  (1483 — i=4r),  1524.     Ab. 


164 


L.  M. 
"  The  Prince  1/  Salem." 

When  Jordan  hushed  his  waters  still, 
And  silence  slept  on  Zion's  hill ;     [night 
When   Bethlehem's   shepherds  thro'  the 
Watched  o'er  their  flocks  by  starry  light  : 
Hark,  from  the  midnight  hills  around, 
A  voice  of  more  than  mortal  sound 
In  distant  hallelujahs  stole, 
Wild  murmuring  o'er  the  raptured  soul. 
On  wheels  of  light,  on  wings  of  flame, 
The  glorious  hosts  of  Zion  came  ; 
High  Heaven  with  songs  of  triumph  rung. 
While  thus  they  struck  their  harps,  and 
sung  : 


Il8  CHRIST'S   BIRTH. 

4  "O  Zion,  lift  thy  raptured  eye, 
The  long-expected  hour  is  nigh ; 
Renewed,  creation  smiles  again, 
The  Prince  of  Salem  comes  to  reign. 

5  "  He  comes  to  cheer  the  trembling  heart. 
Bid  Satan  and  his  host  depart ; 

Again  the  Day-star  gilds  the  gloom, 
Again  the  bowers  of  Eden  bloom." 

Thomas  Campbell  (1777 — 1844),  1820.     Ab. 

•\nr  l.  m. 

XwvJ  "  Von  Himmel  hock  da  komm  ich  her." 

i  Good    news   from    Heaven    the    angels 
bring, 
Glad  tidings  to  the  earth  they  sing  : 
To  us  this  day  a  Child  is  given, 
To  crown  us  with  the  joy  of  Heaven. 

2  To  us  that  blessedness  He  brings, 
Which  from  the  Father's  bounty  springs : 
That  in  the  heavenly  realm  we  may 
With  Him  enjoy  eternal  day. 

3  Were  earth  a  thousand  times  as  fair, 
Beset  with  gold  and  jewels  rare, 
She  yet  were  far  too  poor  to  be 

A  narrow  cradle,  Lord,  for  Thee. 

4  Ah,  dearest  Jesus,  Hoi}7  Child, 
Make  Thee  a  bed,  soft,  undefiled. 
Within  my  heart,  that  it  may  be 
A  quiet  chamber  kept  for  Thee. 

Rev.  Martin  Luther  (1481 — T^fi),  1535. 
Tr.  by  Rev.  Arthur  Tozer  Russell  (1806— 1874),  1848.     Ab. 

1££  L.  M. 

100  "  The  Star  of  Bethlehem." 

i  When  marshalled  on  the  nightly  plain, 
The  glittering  host  bestud  the  sky  ; 
One  star  alone  of  all  the  train 

Can  fix  the  sinner's  wandering  eve. 


AT    BETHLEHEM.  1 19 

2  Hark  !  hark  !  to  God  the  chorus  breaks, 

From  every  host,  from  every  gem  ; 
But  one  alone  the  Saviour  speaks. 
It  is  the  Star  of  Bethlehem. 

3  Once  on  the  raging  seas  I  rode, 

The  storm  was  loud,  the  night  was  dark, 
The  ocean  yawned,  and  rudely  blowed 
The  wind  that  tossed  my  foundering 
bark. 

4  Deep  horror  then  my  vitals  froze  ; 

Death-struck,  I  ceased  the  tide  to  stem  ; 
When  suddenly  a  star  arose, 
It  was  the  Star  of  Bethlehem. 

5  It  was  my  guide,  my  light,  my  all. 

It  bade  my  dark  forebodings  cease  ; 
And,  thro'  the  storm  and  danger's  thrall, 
It  led  me  to  the  port  of  peace. 

6  Xow  safely  moored,  my  perils  o'er, 

I'll  sing,  first  in  night's  diadem, 
Forever  and  for  evermore, 

The  Star,  the  Star  of  Bethlehem. 

Henry  Kirke  White  (1785—1806),  1806. 
1U  1  "  Quce  Stella  sole pulchrior." 

i  What  star  is  this,  with  beams  so  bright, 
Which  shame  the  sun's  less  radiant  light  ? 
It  shines  t'  announce  a  new-born  King, 
Glad  tidings  of  our  God  to  bring. 

2  'Tis  now  fulfilled  what  God  decreed, 
"  From  Jacob  shall  a  star  proceed  :  " 
And  lo,  the  Eastern  sages  stand. 
To  read  in  Heaven  the  Lord's  command. 


120  AT  BETHLEHEM. 

3  O  Jesus,  while  the  star  of  grace 
Invites  us  now  to  seek  Thy  face, 
May  we  no  more  that  grace  repel, 
Or  quench  that  light  which  shines  so  well. 

Prof.  Charles  Coffin  (1676 — 1749),  1736.     Alt 
Tr.  by  Rev.  John  Chandler  (1806 — 1876),  1837.   Ab 

168  "Mackt  hock  die  Thur."—Vs.  xxiv. 

i   Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  mighty  gates, 
Behold  the  King  of  glory  waits  ; 
The  King  of  kings  is  drawing  near, 
The  Saviour  of  the  world  is  here. 

2  O  blest  the  land,  the  city  blest 
Where  Christ,  the  Ruler,  is  confest : 
O  happy  hearts  and  happy  homes, 

To  whom  this  King  of  triumph  comes. 

3  Redeemer,  come,  I  open  wide 

My  heart  to  Thee  ;  here,  Lord,  abide  : 
Let  me  Thy  mighty  presence  feel, 
Thy  grace  and  love  in  me  reveal. 

4  So  come,  my  Sovereign,  enter  in ; 
Let  new  and  nobler  life  begin  : 
Thy  Holy  Spirit  guide  us  on, 
Until  our  shining  goal  is  won. 

Rev.  George  Weissel  (1590 — 1635),  Bet.  1623 — 1635. 
Tr.  by  Miss  Catherine  Winkvvorth  (1829— 1878),  1855,    Ab.  and  alt. 

XQ\J  "Good  Tidings  of  great  joy."— Luke  li.  10. 

i  Angels,  from  the  realms  of  glory, 
Wing  your  flight  o'er  all  the  earth, 
Ye  who  sang  creation's  story, 
Now  proclaim  Messiah's  birth  : 
Come  and  worship, 
Worship  Christ,  the  new-born  King. 


THK   GOOD   TIDINGS.  121 

2  Shepherds,  in  the  field  abiding, 

Watching  o'er  yonr  flocks  by  night, 
God  with  man  is  now  residing ; 

Yonder  shines  the  infant-light ; 
Come  and  worship, 
Worship  Christ,  the  new-born  King. 

3  Sages,  leave  your  contemplations, 

Brighter  visions  beam  afar ; 
Seek  the  great  Desire  of  nations ; 

Ye  have  seen  His  natal  star : 
Come  and  worship, 
Worship  Christ,  the  new-born  King. 

4  Saints  before  the  altar  bending, 

Watching  long  in  hope  and  fear, 
Suddenly  the  Lord,  descending, 

In  His  temple  shall  appear : 
Come  and  worship, 
Worship  Christ,  the  new-born  King. 

James  Montgomery  C1771 — 1854),  1819,  1825.     Ab.  and  alt. 

170  S.  7.  4. 

Ji  /  V  Christ's  Coining. 

1  Jesus  came,  the  Heavens  adoring, 

Came  with  peace  from  realms  on  high; 
Jesus  came  for  man's  redemption, 
Lowlv  came  on  earth  to  die  : 

Hallelujah  !  Hallelujah  ! 
Came  in  deep  humility. 

2  Jesus  comes  to  hearts  rejoicing, 

Bringing  news  of  sins  forgiven  ; 
Jesus  comes  in  sounds  of  gladness, 
Leading  souls  redeemed  to  Heaven  : 

Hallelujah  !  Hallelujah  ! 
Now  the  gate  of  death  is  riven. 


122  THE   GUIDING   STAR. 

3  Jesus  comes  in  joy  and  sorrow, 

Shares  alike  our  hopes  and  fears ; 
Jesus  comes  whate'er  befalls  us, 

Glads  our  hearts,  and  dries  our  tears  : 

Hallelujah!  Hallelujah! 
Cheering  e'en  our  failing  years. 

4  Jesus  comes  on  clouds  triumphant, 

When  the  heavens  shall  pass  away  ; 
Jesus  comes  again  in  glory  : 
Let  us  then  our  homage  pay, 
Hallelujah  !  ever  singing, 
Till  the  dawn  of  endless  day. 

Rev.  Godfrey  Thring  (1823—         ),  1866.     Ab. 

m7.61. 
" Leading  onward." — Matt.  ii.  10. 

1  As  with  gladness  men  of  old 
Did  the  guiding  star  behold  ; 

As  with  joy  they  hailed  its  light, 
Leading  onward,  beaming  bright; 
So,  most  gracious  Lord,  may  we 
Evermore  be  led  to  Thee. 

2  As  with  joyful  steps  they  sped 
To  that  lowly  manger-bed, 
There  to  bend  the  knee  before 

Him  whom  Heaven  and  earth  adore ; 
So  may  we  with  willing  feet 
Ever  seek  the  Mercy -seat. 

3  As  they  offered  gifts  most  rare 
At  that  manger  rude  and  bare ; 
So  may  we  with  holy  joy, 
Pure,  and  free  from  sin's  alloy, 
All  our  costliest  treasures  bring, 
Christ,  to  Thee,  our  heavenly  King. 


CHRIST   ADORED.  I2J 

4  Holy  Jesus,  every  day 
Keep  us  in  the  narrow  way  ; 
And,  when  earthly  things  are  past, 
Bring  our  ransomed  souls  at  last 
Where  the}-  need  no  star  to  guide, 
Where  no  clouds  Thy  glory  hide. 

5  In  the  heavenly  country  bright, 
Need  they  no  created  light  ; 
Thou  its  Light,  its  Joy,  its  Crown, 
Thou  its  Sun,  which  goes  not  down  : 
There  forever  may  we  sing 
Alleluias  to  our  King. 

William  Chatterton  Dix  (1837 —         ),  i860 
1/^1  "  Those  holy  Voices." 

i   Hark  !  what  mean  those  holy  voices, 
Sweetly  sounding  through  the  skies  ? 
Lo,  th'  angelic  host  rejoices; 
Heavenly  hallelujahs  rise. 

2  Listen  to  the  wondrous  story, 

Which  they  chant  in  hymns  of  joy  : 
"Glory  in  the  highest,  glory. 
Glory  be  to  God  most  high. 

3  ' '  Peace  on  earth,  good-will  from  Heaven. 

Reaching  far  as  man  is  found  ; 
Souls  redeemed,  and  sins  forgiven, 
Loud  our  golden  harps  shall  sound. 

4  Christ  is  born,  the  great  Anointed  ; 

Heaven  and  earth  His  glory  sing : 
Glad  receive  whom  God  appointed 
For  your  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King. 


124  CHRIST   ADORED. 

5   "Hasten,  mortals,  to  adore  Him; 

Learn  His  Name  and  taste  His  joy  : 
Till  in  Heaven  you  sing  before  Him, 
Glory  be  to  God  most  high. ' ' 

Rev.  John  Cawood  (1775 — 1852),  1819.     Ab. 
1 7 O  Desired  of  all  Nations. 

i   Come,  Thou  long-expected  Jesus, 
Born  to  set  Thy  people  free : 
From  our  fears  and  sins  release  us, 
Let  us  find  our  rest  in  Thee. 

2  Israel's  Strength  and  Consolation, 

Hope  of  all  the  earth  Thou  art ; 
Dear  Desire  of  every  nation, 
Joy  of  every  longing  heart. 

3  Born  Thy  people  to  deliver, 

Born  a  Child,  and  yet  a  King, 
Born  to  reign  in  us  for  ever, 

Now  Thy  gracious  Kingdom  bring. 

4  By  Thine  own  eternal  Spirit, 

Rule  in  all  our  hearts  alone ; 
By  Thine  all-sufficient  merit, 
Raise  us  to  Thy  glorious  throne. 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley,  (1708— 1788),     1744. 

mS.  1. 
"  The  Brightness  of  His  Glory." — Her.  1.  7. 

i  Brightness  of  the  Father's  glory, 
Shall  Thy  praise  unuttered  lie  ? 
Fly,  my  tongue,  such  guilty  silence, 
Sing  the  Lord  who  came  to  die. 
2  Did  archangels  sing  Thy  coming? 
Did  the  shepherds  learn  their  lays? 
Shame  would  cover  me  ungrateful, 
Should  my  tongue  refuse  to  praise. 


CHRIST   OUR    PATTERN.  1 25 

3  From  the  highest  throne  of  glory, 

To  the  cross  of  deepest  woe  — 
All  to  ransom  guilty  captive- ; 
Flow,  my  praise,  forever  flow. 

4  Go,  return,  immortal  Saviour, 

Leave  Thy  footstool,  take  Thy  throne; 
Thence  return,  and  reign  forever; 
Be  the  Kingdom  all  Thine  own. 

Rev.  Robert  Robinson  (1735 — 1790),  1774.     SI.  alt. 
175  The  brighter 

i   Bright  was  the  guiding  star  that  led, 
With  mild  benignant  ray. 
The  Gentiles  to  the  lowly  shed, 
Where  the  Redeemer  lay. 

2  But  lo,  a  brighter,  clearer  light 

Now  points  to  His  abode  ; 
It  shines  through  sin  and  sorrow's  night 
To  guide  us  to  our  God. 

3  O  haste  to  follow  where  it  leads, 

The  gracious  call  obey  ; 
Be  rugged  wilds,  or  flowery  meads, 
The  Christian's  destined  way. 

4  O  gladly  tread  the  narrow  path 

While  light  and  grace  are  given  ; 
Who  meekly  follow  Christ  on  earth, 
Shall  reign  with  Him  in  Heaven. 

M:->  Harriet  Auber  (1773—1862),  1829 


176 


C.  M. 

Face. ' 


O  Thou,  who  by  a  star  didst  guide 
The  wise  men  on  their  way, 

Until  it  came  and  stood  beside 
The  place  where  Jesus  lay  : 


126  CHRIST   OUR    PATTERN. 

2  Although  by  stars  Thou  dost  not  lead 

Thy  servants  now  below, 
Thy  Holy  Spirit,  when  they  need, 
Will  show  them  how  to  go. 

3  As  yet  we  know  Thee  but  in  part ; 

But  still  we  trust  Thy  word, 
That  blessed  are  the  pure  in  heart, 
For  they  shall  see  the  Lord. 

4  O  Saviour,  give  us  then  Thy  grace, 

To  make  us  pure  in  heart, 
That  we  may  see  Thee  face  to  face 
Hereafter,  as  Thou  art. 

Rev.  John  Mason  Neale  (1818— 1866),  1850. 

mC.  M. 
" Divine  crescebas  pner." 

i  In  stature  grows  the  Heavenly  Child, 
With  death  before  His  eyes ; 
A  Lamb  unblemished,  meek,  and  mild, 
Prepared  for  sacrifice. 

2  The  Son  of  God  His  glory  hides 

With  parents  mean  and  poor ; 
And  He  who  made  the  heaven  abides 
In  dwelling-place  obscure. 

3  Those  mighty  hands,  that  stay  the  sky, 

No  earthly  toil  refuse  ; 
And  He,  who  set  the  stars  on  high, 
A  humble  trade  pursues. 

4  He  whom  the  choirs  of  angels  praise, 

At  whose  command  they  fly, 
His  earthly  parents  now  obeys, 
And  lays  His  glory  by. 

Santolius  Victorinus  (1630 — 1697),  .     Ab. 

Tr.  by  Rev.  John  Chandler  (1806—1876),  1837.     Alt. 


CHRIST  OUR   PATTERN.  1 27 

T7Q  c- M- 

1  /Q        "  W  ho  went  about  doing  Good." — Acts  x.  38. 

i   Behold,  where,  in  a  mortal  form, 
Appears  each  grace  divine  : 
The  virtues,  all  in  Jesus  met, 
With  mildest  radiance  shine. 

2  To  spread  the  rays  of  heavenly  light, 

To  give  the  mourner  joy, 
To  preach  glad  tidings  to  the  poor, 
Was  His  divine  employ. 

3  Lowly  in  heart,  to  all  His  friends 

A  Friend  and  Servant  found, 
He  washed  their  feet,  He  wiped  their  tears, 
And  healed  each  bleeding  wound. 

4  'Midst  keen  reproach,  and  cruel  scorn, 

Patient  and  meek  He  stood  ; 
His  foes,  ungrateful,  sought  His  life, 
Who  labored  for  their  good. 

5  To  God  He  left  His  righteous  cause, 

And  still  His  task  pursued ; 
With  humble  prayer,  and  holy  faith, 
His  fainting  strength  renewed. 

6  In  the  last  hour  of  deep  distress, 

Before  His  Father's  throne, 
With  soul  resigned,  He  bowed,  and  said, 
"Thy  will,  not  mine,  be  done." 

7  Be  Christ  our  pattern  and  our  guide, 

His  image  may  we  bear ; 
O  may  we  tread  His  holy  steps, 
His  joy  and  glory  share. 

Prof.  William  Enfield  (1741 — 1797),  1771.     Alt. 


I2S  CHRIST   OUR    PATTERN. 

17Q  c- M- 

J,  I  \J       "Grace  is  poured  into  J'hy  Lips." — Ps    xlv.  2. 

i   What  grace,  O  Lord,  and  beauty  shone 
Around  Thy  steps  below  : 
What  patient  love  was  seen  in  all 
Thy  life  and  death  of  woe. 

2  Forever  on  Thy  burdened  heart 

A  weight  of  sorrow  hung  ; 
Yet  no  ungentle,  murmuring  word 
Escaped  Thy  silent  tongue. 

3  Thy  foes  might  hate,  despise,  revile, 

Thy  friends  unfaithful  prove  ; 
Unwearied  in  forgiveness  still, 
Thy  heart  could  only  love. 

4  O  give  us  hearts  to  love  like  Thee, 

Like  Thee,  O  Lord,  to  grieve 
Far  more  for  others'  sins,  than  all 
The  wrongs  that  we  receive. 

5  One  with  Thyself,  may  every  eye 

In  us,  Thy  brethren,  see 
The  gentleness  and  grace  that  springs 
From  union,  Lord,  with  Thee. 

Sir  Edward  Denny  (1796 —        ).  1839. 


L.  M. 
Christ  our  Pattern. — 1  Pet. 


180 

i  My  dear  Redeemer,  and  my  Lord, 
I  read  my  duty  in  Thy  Word ; 
But  in  Thy  life  the  law  appears, 
Drawn  out  in  living  characters. 

2  Such  was  Thy  truth,  and  such  Thy  zeal, 
Such  deference  to  Thy  Father's  will, 
Such  love,  and  meekness  so  divine, 
I  would  transcribe  and  make  them  mine. 


CHRIST   OUR   PATTERN.  1 29 

3  Cold  mountains  and  the  midnight  air 
Witnessed  the  fervor  of  Thy  prayer ; 
The  desert  Thy  temptations  knew, 
Thy  conflict  and  Thy  victory,  too. 

4  Be  Thou  my  pattern  ;  make  me  bear 
More  of  Thy  gracious  image  here ; 
Then  God,  the  Judge,  shall  own  my  name 
Amongst  the  followers  of  the  Lamb. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts  (1674 — 1748),  1709. 
J.Q4.  Christ's  Works  of  Mercy. 

i  When,  like  a  stranger  on  our  sphere, 
The  lowly  Jesus  sojourned  here  ; 
Where'er  He  went,  affliction  fled, 
And  sickness  reared  her  drooping  head. 

2  The  eye  that  rolled  in  irksome  night 
Beheld  His  face,  for  He  was  light ; 
The  opening  ear,  the  loosened  tongue, 
His  precepts  heard,  His  praises  sung. 

3  Demoniac  madness,  dark  and  wild, 
With  melancholy  transport  smiled  ; 
The  storm  of  horror  ceased  to  roll, 
And  reason  lightened  through  the  soul. 

4  His  touch  the  outcast  leper  healed. 
His  lips  the  sinner's  pardon  sealed  ; 
Warm  tears  o'er  Lazarus  He  shed, 
Then  spake  the  word  that  raised  the  dead. 

James  Montgomery  (1771 — 1854,)  1^97.     Ab. 

1D0  L- M- 

i.QU  The  Meekness  if  Christ. 

I  How  beauteous  were  the  marks  divine, 
That  in  Thy  meekness  used  to  shine, 
That  lit  Thy  lonely  pathway,  trod 
In  wondrous  love,  O  Son  of  God. 


130  CHRIST'S   WORKS   OF   MERCY. 

O  who  like  Thee,  so  calm,  so  bright, 
So  pure,  so  made  to  live  in  light? 
O  who  like  Thee  did  ever  go 
So  patient,  through  a  world  of  woe  ? 

3  O  who  like  Thee,  so  humbly  bore 
The  scorn,  the  scoffs  of  men,  before? 
So  meek,  forgiving,  godlike,  high, 
So  glorious  in  humility  ? 

4  And  death,  that  sets  the  prisoner  free, 
Was  pang,  and  scoff,  and  scorn  to  Thee ; 
Yet  love  through  all  Thy  torture  glowed, 
And  mercy  with  Thy  life-blood  flowed. 

5  O  in  Thy  light  be  mine  to  go, 
Illuming  all  my  way  of  woe ; 
And  give  me  ever,  on  the  road, 

To  trace  Thy  footsteps,  O  my  God. 

Bp.  Arthur  Cleveland  Coxe  (1S18—        ),  1840.     Ab. 

1QO  C.  M.  D. 

100  "  O,  where  is  He  that  trod  the  Sea  ?  " 

i  O,  where  is  He  that  trod  the  sea, 

O,  where  is  He  that  spake, 
And  demons  from  their  victims  flee, 

The  dead  their  slumbers  break  ; 
The  palsied  rise  in  freedom  strong, 

The  dumb  men  talk  and  sing, 
And  from  blind  eyes,  benighted  long, 

Bright  beams  of  morning  spring. 

O,  where  is  He  that  trod  the  sea, 

'Tis  only  He  can  save  ; 
To  thousands  hungering  wearily, 

A  wondrous  meal  He  gave : 
Full  soon,  with  food  celestial  fed, 

Their  mystic  fare  they  take  ; 


CHRIST'S    WORKS    OF    MERCY.  131 

'  Twas  springtide  when  He  blest  the  bread, 
And  harvest  when  He  brake. 

3  O,  where  is  He  that  trod  the  sea, 

My  soul,  the  Lord  is  here  : 
Let  all  Thy  fears  be  hushed  in  thee  ; 

To  leap,  to  look,  to  hear, 
Be  thine  :  thy  needs  He'll  satisfy  : 

Art  thou  diseased,  or  dumb? 
Or  dost  thou  in  thy  hunger  cry  ? 

"I  come,"  said  Christ,  "I  come." 

Rev.  Thomas  Toke  Lynch  (1818— 1871),  1855.     Ab.  and  sl»  alt 

•\QA  C.  M.  D. 

iOT"  T/ie  Demoniac  of  Gadara. — Mark  v.  1 — 21. 

i  The  winds  were  howling  o'er  the  deep, 
Each  wave  a  watery  hill ; 
The  Saviour  wakened  from  His  sleep  : 
He  spake,  and  all  was  still. 
The  madman  in  a  tomb  had  made 

His  mansion  of  despair: 
Woe  to  the  traveller  who  strayed 
With  heedless  footsteps  there. 

2  The  chains  hung  broken  from  his  arm, 

Such  strength  can  hell  supply  ; 
And  fiendish  hate,  and  fierce  alarm, 

Flashed  from  his  hollowT  eye. 
He  met  that  glance  so  thrilling  sweet, 

He  heard  those  accents  mild  ; 
And,  melting  at  Messiah's  feet, 

Wept  like  a  weaned  child. 

3  O.  madder  than  the  raving  man, 

O,  deafer  than  the  sea  : 
How  long  the  time  since  Christ  began 
To  call  in  vain  to  me. 


132  WORKS   OF   MERCY. 

Yet  could  I  hear  Him  once  again, 

As  I  have  heard  of  old, 
Methinks  He  should  not  call  in  vain 

His  wanderer  to  the  fold. 

Bp.  Reginald  Heber  (1783— 1826),  1827.     Ah. 

1QC  :-  M-  D 

1 0  W  "And  He  healed  them . ' ' 

1  Thine  arm,  0  Lord,  in  days  of  old 

Was  strong  to  heal  and  save : 
It  triumphed  o'er  disease  and  death, 

O'er  darkness  and  the  grave  ; 
To  Thee  they  went,  the  blind,  the  dumb, 

The  palsied  and  the  lame, 
The  leper  with  his  tainted  life, 

The  sick  with  fevered  frame. 

2  Andlo,  Thy  touch  brought  life  and  health, 

Gave  speech,  and  strength,  and  sight ; 
And  youth  renewed  and  frenzy  calmed 

Owned  Thee,  the  Lord  of  light : 
And  now,  O  Lord,  be  near  to  bless, 

Almighty  as  of  yore, 
In  crowded  street,  by  restless  couch, 

As  by  Gennesaret's  shore. 

3  Though  Love  and  Might  no  longer  heal 

By  touch,  or  word  or  look  ; 
Though  they  that  do  Thy  work  must  read 

Thy  laws  in  nature's  book  : 
Yet  come  to  heal  the  sick  man's  soul, 

Come,  cleanse  the  lep'rous  taint ; 
Give  joy  and  peace  where  all  is  strife, 

And  strength  where  all  is  faint. 

4  Be  Thou  our  great  Deliverer  still, 

Thou  Lord  of  life  and  death  ; 
Restore  and  quicken,  soothe  and  bless 


CHRIST   TRANSFIGURED.  J33 

With  Thine  almighty  breath. 
To  hands  that  work  and  eyes  that  see 

Give  wisdom's  heavenly  lore, 
That  whole  and  sick,  and  weak  and  strong, 

May  praise  Thee  evermore. 

Rev.  Edward  Hayes  Plumptre  (1S21—        ),  1865 

10£  CM.  D. 

lOD  The  Fellowship  of  Suffering. 

i  O  Lord,  when  we  the  path  retrace 

Which  Thou  on  earth  hast  trod, 
To  man  Thy  wondrous  love  and  grace, 

Thy  faithfulness  to  God  : 
Thy  love,  by  man  so  sorely  tried, 

Proved  stronger  than  the  grave ; 
The  vers'  spear  that  pierced  Thy  side 

Drew  forth  the  blood  to  save. 
2  Unmoved  by  Satan's  subtle  wiles, 

Or  suffering,  shame,  and  loss, 
Thy  path,  uncheered  by  earthly  smiles, 

Led  only  to  the  cross. 
Give  us  Thy  meek,  Thy  lowly  mind  : 

We  would  obedient  be  ; 
And  all  our  rest  and  pleasure  find 

In  fellowship  with  Thee. 

James  George  Deck  (1802 —         ),  1838.     Ab. 

1Q7  L.  M.  D. 

XW  1         "H  is  good  for  us  to  be  here." — Matt.  xvii.  4. 

i  O  Master,  it  is  good  to  be 

Kigh  on  the  mountain  here  with  Thee  ; 
Where  stand  revealed  to  mortal  gaze 
Those  glorious  saints  of  other  days  ; 
Who  once  received  on  Horeb's  height 
Th'  eternal  laws  of  truth  and  right ; 
Or  caught  the  still  small  whisper,  higher 
Than  storm,  than  earthquake,  or  than  fire. 


134  TIIE  TIUUMPHAI,   KXTRV. 

2  O  Master,  it  is  good  to  be 

With  Thee,  and  with  Thy  faithful  Three : 
Here,  where  the  apostle's  heart  of  rock 
Is  nerved  against  temptation's  shock; 
Here,  where  the  son  of  thunder  learns 
The  thought  that  breathes,  and  word  that 

burns ; 
Here,  where  on  eagle's  wings  we  move 
With  Him  whose  last  best  creed  is  love. 

3  O  Master,  it  is  good  to  be 
Entranced,  enrapt,  alone  with  Thee  ; 
And  watch  Thy  glistering  raiment  glow 
Whiter  than  Hermon's  whitest  snow, 
The  human  lineaments  that  shine 
Irradiant  with  a  light  divine : 

Till  we  too  change  from  grace  to  grace, 
Gazing  on  that  transfigured  face. 

4  O  Master,  it  is  good  to  be 

Here  on  the  holy  mount  with  Thee  : 
When  darkling  in  the  depths  of  night, 
When  dazzled  with  excess  of  light, 
We  bow  before  the  heavenly  voice 
That  bids  bewildered  souls  rejoice, 
Though  love  wax  cold,  and  faith  be  dim, 
"This  is  My  Son,  O  hear  ve  Him." 

Rev.  Arthur  Penrhyn  Stanley  (1815—1881),  1872. 

1QO         ,  L .  M. 

IOO  The  Triumphal  Entry  into  Jerusalem . — Matt.  xxi.  1 — 11. 

i   Ride  on,  ride  on  in  majesty  ! 

Hark,  all  the  tribes  Hosanna  cry  ; 

O  Saviour  meek,  pursue  Thy  road 

With    palms    and     scattered     garments 
strowed. 
2  Ride  on,  ride  on  in  majesty  ! 

In  lowly  pomp,  ride  on  to  die : 


GETHSEMANE    AND    C A  I.VARY.  1 35 

O  Christ,  Thy  triumpiis  now  begin 

O'er  captive  death  and  eouquered  sin. 

Ride  on,  ride  on  in  majesty ! 

The  winged  squadrons  of  the  sky 

Look  down  with  sad  and  wondering  eyes 

To  see  th'  approaching  sacrifice. 

Ride  on,  ride  on  in  majesty ! 

Thy  last  and  fiercest  strife  is  nigh : 

The  Father  on  His  sapphire  throne 

Expects  His  own  anointed  Son. 

Ride  on,  ride  on  in  majesty  ! 

In  lowly  pomp,  ride  on  to  die 

Bow  Thy  meek  head  to  mortal  pain, 

Then  take,  O  God.  Thy  power,  and  reign. 

Rev.  Henry  Hart  Miiman  (1791 — 186&),  I627.     Alt. 


189 


L.  M. 
Christ  in  Gethseniane. 


'Tis  midnight,  and  on  Olive's  brow 

The  star  is  dimmed  that  lately  shone : 
'Tis  mid-night ;  in  the  garden,  now, 

The  suffering  Saviour  prays  alone. 
'Tis  midnight;  and  from  all  removed, 

The  Saviour  wrestles  lone  with  fears  ; 
E'en  that  disciple  whom  He  loved 

Heeds  not  his  Master's  grief  and  tears, 
'Tis  midnight;  and  for  others'  guilt 

The  Man  of  Sorrows  weeps  in  blood  ; 
Yet  He  that  hath  in  anguish  knelt 

Is  not  forsaken  by  His  God. 
'Tis  midnight;  and  from  ether-plains 

Is  borne  the  song  that  angels  know  ; 
Unheard  by  mortals  are  the  strains 

That  sweetly  soothe  the  Saviour's  woe. 

Rev    William  Bingham  Tappan  (1794 — 18401    (819 


136  OETHSEMANK    AND   CALVARY. 

Is?  V  The  three  Mountains. 

i  When  on  Sinai's  top  I  see 
God  descend  in  majesty, 
To  proclaim  His  holy  law, 
All  my  spirit  sinks  with  awe. 

2  When,  in  ecstasy  sublime, 
Hermon's  glorious  steep  I  climb, 
At  the  too  transporting"  light. 
Darkness  rushes  o'er  my  sight. 

3  When  on  Calvary  I  rest, 
God,  in  flesh  made  manifest, 
Shines  in  my  Redeemer's  face, 
Full  of  beauty,  truth,  and  grace. 

4  Here  I  would  forever  stay, 
Weep  and  gaze  my  soul  away  : 
Thou  art  Heaven  on  earth  to  me, 
Lovely,  mournful  Calvary. 

James  Montgomery  (1771 — 1854),  1812.  SI.   alt. 


7.  61. 
'thsemane 


191 

1  Go  to  dark  Gethsemane, 

Ye  that  feel  the  tempter's  power ; 
Your  Redeemer's  conflict  see  ; 

Watch  with  Him  one  bitter  hour 
Turn  not  from  His  griefs  away  ; 
Learn  of  Jesus  Christ  to  pray. 

2  Follow  to  the  judgment-hall, 

View  the  Lord  of  life  arraigned ; 
O  the  wormwood  and  the  gall ! 

O  the  pangs  His  soul  sustained  ! 
Shun  not  suffering,  shame,  or  loss  ; 
Learn  of  Him  to  bear  the  cross. 


192 


GETHSEMAXE    AND    CALVARY.  I37 

Calvary's  mournful  mountain  climb  ; 

There,  adoring  at  His  feet, 
Mark  that  Miracle  of  time, 

God's  own  sacrifice  complete: 
"It  is  finished,"  hear  the  cry; 
Learn  of  Jesus  Christ  to  die. 
Early  hasten  to  the  tomb, 

Where  they  laid  His  breathless  clay  : 
All  is  solitude  and  gloom  ; 

Who  hath  taken  Him  away  ? 
Christ  is  risen  ;   He  meets  our  eyes  ; 
Saviour,  teach  us  so  to  rise. 

James  Montgomery  1822,  1853. 

7.  61. 
"  Venit  a  ccelo  Mediator  alto." 

i   Ziox's  daughter,  weep  no  more, 
Though  thy  troubled  heart  be  sore : 
He  of  whom  the  psalmist  sung, 
He  who  woke  the  prophet's  tongue, 
Christ,  the  Mediator  blest, 
Brings  thee  everlasting  rest. 

2  In  a  garden  man  became 

Heir  of  sin,  and  death,  and  shame: 
Jesus  in  a  garden  wins 
Life,  and  pardon  for  our  sins  ; 
Through  His  hour  of  agony, 
Praying  in  Gethsemane. 

3  There  for  us  He  intercedes  ; 
There  with  God  the  Father  pleads ; 
Willing  there  for  us  to  drain 

To  the  dregs  the  cup  of  pain, 

That  in  everlasting  day 

He  may  wipe  our  tears  away. 

Roman  Breviary. 
Tr.  by  Rev.  Sir  Henry  Williams  Baker  (1821—1877),  1861.     Ab. 


138  CHRIST  CRUCIFIED. 

1QO  L-M. 

1JJ  "  Vexilla  Regis  prodeunt." 

i  The  royal  banners  forward  go, 
The  cross  shines  forth  in  mystic  glow ; 
Where  He  in  flesh,  our  flesh  who  made, 
Our  sentence  bore,  our  ransom  paid  ; 

2  Where  deep  for  us  the  spear  was  dyed, 
Life's  torrent  rushing  from  His  side, 
To  cleanse  us  in  the  precious  flood 

Of  water  mingled  with  His  blood. 

3  O  tree  of  glory,  tree  most  fair, 
Ordained  those  holy  limbs  to  bear, 
How  bright  in  purple  robe  it  stood, 
The  purple  of  a  Saviour's  blood  ! 

4  Upon  its  arms,  so  widely  flung, 

The  weight  of  this  world's  ransom  hung  : 
The  price  which  none  but  He  could  pay, 
And  spoiled  the  spoiler  of  his  prey. 

5  To  Thee,  Eternal  Three  in  One, 
Let  homage  meet  by  all  be  done : 
As  by  the  cross  Thou  dost  restore, 
So  rule  and  guide  us  evermore. 

Venantius  Fortunatus  (530 — 609),  c.  575. 
Tr.  by  Rev.  John  Mason  Neale  (1818— 1866),  1851.     Ab.  and  alt. 

1QA  7.  6.  D. 

JLiP'T  "Salve,  caput  ci  uentatum." 

i  O  sacred  Head,  now  wounded, 

With  grief  and  shame  weighed  down, 
Now  scornfully  surrounded 

With  thorns,  Thine  only  crown  ; 
O  sacred  Head,  what  glory. 

What  bliss,  till  now  was  Thine  ! 
Yet,  though  despised  and  gory, 

I  joy  to  call  Thee  mine. 


CHRIST  CRUCIFIED.  739 

What  Thou,  my  Lord,  hast  suffered 

Was  all  for  sinners'  gain  ; 
Mine,  mine  was  the  transgression, 

But  Thine  the  deadly  pain  ; 
Lo,  here  I  fall,  my  Saviour ! 

'Tis  I  deserve  Thy  place  ; 
Look  on  me  with  Thy  favor, 

Vouchsafe  to  me  Thy  grace. 

The  joy  can  ne'er  be  spoken, 

Above  all  joys  beside, 
When  in  Thy  body  broken 

I  thus  with  safety  hide  : 
My  Lord  of  life,  desiring 

Thy  glory  now  to  see, 
Beside  the  cross  expiring, 

I'd  breathe  my  soul  to  Thee. 

What  language  shall  I  borrow 

To  thank  Thee,  dearest  Friend, 
For  this  Thy  d}-ing  sorrow, 

Thy  pity  without  end  ? 
O  make  me  Thine  forever ; 

And  should  I  fainting  be, 
Lord,  let  me  never,  never, 

Outlive  my  love  to  Thee. 

And  when  I  am  departing, 

O  part  not  Thou  from  me  ; 
When  mortal  pangs  are  darting, 

Come,  Lord,  and  set  me  free ; 
And  when  my  heart  must  languish 

Amidst  the  final  throe, 
Release  me  from  mine  anguish, 

By  Thine  own  pain  and  woe. 


I40  CHRIST   CRUCIFIED. 

6  Be  near  me  when  I'm  dying, 

O  show  Thy  cross  to  me ; 
And  for  my  succor  flying, 

Come,  Lord,  and  set  me  free: 
These  eyes,  new  faith  receiving, 

From  Jesus  shall  not  move  ; 
For  he  who  dies,  believing, 

Dies  safely,  through  Thy  love. 

Bernard  of  Clairvaux  (1091 — 1153), 
Rev.  Paul  Gerhardt  (1606 — 1676),  1659. 
Rev.  James  Waddell  Alexander  (1804 — 1859),  1830.     Ab. 


8.8.  7.  D. 
'Stabat  Mater  dolorosa. 


195 

1  Near  the  cross  was  Mary  weeping, 
There  her  mournful  station  keeping, 

Gazing  on  her  dying  Son  : 
There  in  speechless  anguish  groaning, 
Yearning,  trembling,  sighing,  moaning, 

Through  her  soul  the  sword  had  gone. 

2  But  we  have  no  need  to  borrow 
Motives  from  the  mother's  sorrow. 

At  our  Saviour's  cross  to  mourn. 
'Twas  our  sins  brought  Him  from  Heaven, 
These  the  cruel  nails  had  driven  : 

All  His  griefs  for  us  were  borne. 

3  When  no  eye  its  pity  gave  us, 
When  there  was  no  arm  to  save  us. 

He  His  love  and  power  displayed  : 
By  His  stripes  He  wrought  our  healing, 
By  His  death,  our  life  revealing, 

He  for  us  the  ransom  paid. 

4  Jesus,  may  Thy  love  constrain  us. 
That  from  sin  we  may  refrain  us. 

In  Thy  griefs  may  deeply  grieve ; 
Thee  our  best  affections  giving, 


CHRIST   CRUCIFIED.  141 

To  Thy  glory  ever  living, 
May  we  in  Thy  glory  live. 

Jacoponi  da  Todi  (        — 1306), 
'Jr.  by  Rev.  James  Waddell  Alexander  (1804. — i8so),  1842.    Vs.  1. 
Rev.  Henry  Mills  (17S6— 1867),  1845.     Vs.  2,  3,  4.     Ab. 
1QC  8.  S.  7.  D. 

J,C2w  God  is  Love. 

i   From  the  cross  the  blood  is  falling, 
And  to  us  a  voice  is  calling, 

Like  a  trumpet  silver-clear. 
'Tis  the  voice  announcing  pardon, 
"It  is  finished,"  is  its  burden, 
Pardon  to  the  far  and  near. 

2  God  is  love  :— we  read  the  writing 
Traced  so  deeply  in  the  smiting 

Of  the  glorious  surety  there. 
God  is  light : — we  see  it  beaming, 
Like  a  heavenly  dayspring  gleaming, 

So  divinely  sweet  and  fair. 

3  Cross  of  shame,  yet  tree  of  glory, 
Round  thee  winds  the  one  great  story 

Of  this  ever-changing  earth  ; 
Centre  of  the  true  and  holy, 
Grave  of  human  sin  and  folly, 

Womb  of  nature's  second  birth. 

Rev.  Koratius  Bonar  (1808 —         ),  1866.     Ab. 


197 


L.  M. 
The  wondrous  Cross. 


When  I  survey  the  wondrous  cross, 
On  which  the  Prince  of  glory  died, 
My  richest  gain  I  count  but  loss, 
And  pour  contempt  on  all  my  pride. 
Forbid  it,  Lord,  that  I  should  boast, 
Save  in  the  death  of  Christ,  my  God : 
All  the  vain  things  that  charm  me  most, 
I  sacrifice  them  to  His  blood. 


142  CHRIST   CRUCIFIED. 

3  See,  from  His  head,  His  hands,  His  feet, 
Sorrow  and  love  flow  mingled  down : 
Did  e'er  such  love  and  sorrow  meet, 

Or  thorns  compose  so  rich  a  crown? 

4  His  dying  crimson,  like  a  robe, 
Spreads  o'er  His  body  on  the  tree ; 
Then  I  am  dead  to  all  the  globe, 
And  all  the  globe  is  dead  to  me. 

5  Were  the  whole  realm  of  nature  mine, 
That  were  a  present  far  too  small ; 
Love  so  amazing,  so  divine, 
Demands  my  soul,  my  life,  my  all. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts,  (1674 — 174?),  1709. 


198 


C.  M. 

Be/ore  the  Cross. 

i  Alas  !  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed? 
And  did  my  Sovereign  die  ? 
Would  He  devote  that  sacred  head 
For  such  a  worm  as  I  ? 

2  Was  it  for  crimes  that  I  had  done 

He  groaned  upon  the  tree? 
Amazing  pity  !  grace  unknown  ! 
And  love  beyond  degree  ! 

3  Well  might  the  sun  in  darkness  hide, 

And  shut  his  glories  in, 
When  God,  the  might}-  Maker,  died 
For  man,  the  creature's  sin. 

4  Thus  might  I  hide  my  blushing  face, 

While  His  dear  cross  appears  : 
Dissolve,  my  heart,  in  thankfulness, 
And  melt,  mine  eves,  to  tears. 


CHRIST   CRUCIFIED.  143 

5  But  drops  of  grief  can  ne'er  repay 
The  debt  of  love  I  owe : 
Here,  Lord,  I  give  myself  away ; 
'Tis  all  that  I  can  do. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts,  1709.     Ab 

1QQ  c  M- 

isw'w  Kneeling  at  the  Cross. 

i  O  Jesus,  sweet  the  tears  I  shed, 
While  at  Thy  cross  I  kneel, 
Gaze  on  Thy  wounded,  fainting  head, 
And  all  Thy  sorrows  feel. 

2  My  heart  dissolves  to  see  Thee  bleed, 

This  heart  so  hard  before  ; 
I  hear  Thee  for  the  guilty  plead, 
And  grief  o'erflows  the  more. 

3  'Twas  for  the  sinful  Thou  didst  die, 

And  I  a  sinner  stand  : 
What  love  speaks  from  Thy  dying  eye, 
And  from  each  pierced  hand. 

4  I  know  this  cleansing  blood  of  Thine 

Was  shed,  dear  Lord,  for  me  : 
For  me,  for  all,  O  Grace  divine, 
Who  look  by  faith  on  Thee. 

5  O  Christ  of  God,  O  spotless  Lamb, 

By  love  my  soul  is  drawn  : 
Henceforth,  for  ever,  Thine  I  am  ; 
Here  life  and  peace  are  born. 

6  In  patient  hope,  the  cross  I'll  bear, 

Thine  arm  shall  be  my  stay  ; 
And  Thou,  enthroned,  my  soul  shalt  spare, 
On  Thy  great  judgment-da}^. 

Rev.  Ray  Palmer  (1S0S—        ),  1867 


144  CHRIST   CRUCIFIED. 

200  -Sell- 

i   Behold  the  Saviour  of  mankind 
Nailed  to  the  shameful  tree  : 
How  vast  the  love  that  Him  inclined 
To  bleed  and  die  for  thee  ! 

2  Hark, how  He  groans,  while  nature  shakes, 

And  earth's  strong  pillars  bend  ; 
The  temple's  veil  in  sunder  breaks, 
The  solid  marbles  rend. 

3  'Tis  done,  the  precious  ransom's  paid, 

"  Receive  my  soul,"  He  cries  : 
See  where  He  bows  His  sacred  head  ; 
He  bows  His  head  and  dies. 

4  But   soon    He'll   break   death's   envious 

And  in  full  glory  shine:  [chain, 

O  Lamb  of  God,  was  ever  pain, 
Was  ever  love  like  Thine  ? 

Rev.  Samuel  Wesley  (1662 — 1735),  1709. 

901  L- M 

bJ W  JL  "Our  Lord  is  crucified." 

i  O  come,  and  mourn  with  me  awhile  ; 
O  come  ye  to  the  Saviour's  side  ; 
O  come,  together  let  us  mourn : 
Jesus,  our  Lord,  is  crucified. 

2  Have  we  no  tears  to  shed  for  Him, 

While  soldiers  scoff  and  Jews  deride  ? 
Ah,  look  how  patiently  He  hangs : 
Jesus,  our  Lord,  is  crucified. 

3  How  fast  His  hands  and  feet  are  nailed  ; 

His  throat  with  parching  thirst  is  dried  ; 


CHRIST  MOCKED   AND   CRUCIFIED.  145 

His  failing  eyes  are  dimmed  with  blood  : 
Jesus,  our  Lord,  is  crucified. 

4  Seven  times  He  spake,  seven  words  of  love  ; 

And  all  three  hours  His  silence  cried 
For  mercy  on  the  souls  of  men  : 
Jesus,  our  Lord,  is  crucified. 

5  Come,  let  us  stand  beneath  the  cross ; 

So  may  th    blood  from  out  His  side 
Fall  gently  on  us  drop  by  drop : 
Jesus,  our  Lord,  is  crucified. 

6  A  broken  heart,  a  fount  of  tears 

Ask,  and  they  will  not  be  denied  ; 
Lord  Jesus,  may  we  love  and  weep, 
Since  Thou  for  us  art  crucified. 

Rev.  Frederick  William  Faber  (1814 — 1863),  1849.     Ab.  and  alt. 
202  In  Pilate's  Hall. 

i  I  SEE  the  crowd  in  Pilate's  hall, 
I  mark  their  wrathful  mien  ; 
Their  shouts  of  "crucify"  appall, 
With  blasphemy  between. 

2  And  of  that  shouting  multitude 

I  feel  that  I  am  one ; 
And  in  that  din  of  voices  rude, 
I  recognize  my  own. 

3  I  see  the  scourges  tear  His  back 

I  see  the  piercing  crown, 
And  of  that  crowd  who  smite  and  mock 
I  feel  that  I  am  one. 

4  Around  yon  cross  the  throng  I  see, 

Mocking  the  Sufferer's  groan  ; 
Yet  still  my  voice  it  seems  to  be, 
As  if  I  mocked  alone. 


I46  CHRIST   MOCKED   AND   CRUCIFIED. 

5  'Twas  I  that  shed  the  sacred  blood, 

I  nailed  Him  to  the  tree, 
I  crucified  the  Christ  of  God, 
I  joined  the  mockery. 

6  Yet  not  the  less  that  blood  avails 

To  cleanse  away  my  sin ; 
And  not  the  less  that  cross  prevails 
To  give  me  peace  within. 

Rev.  Horatius  Bonar  (1808 —         ),  1857 

«flO  C.  M. 

tJ\JO  At  the  Cross. 

i  I  saw  One  hanging  on  a  tree, 
In  agonies  and  blood  ; 
Who  fixed  His  languid  eyes  on  me, 
As  near  His  cross  I  stood. 

2  Sure,  never  till  my  latest  breath, 

Can  I  forget  that  look  ; 
It  seemed  to  charge  me  with  His  death, 
Though  not  a  word  He  spoke. 

3  My  conscience  felt  and  owned  the  guilt, 

And  plunged  me  in  despair ; 
I  saw  my  sins  His  blood  had  spilt, 
And  helped  to  nail  Him  there. 

4  Alas,  I  knew  not  what  I  did, 

But  all  my  tears  were  vain  ; 
Where  could  my  trembling  soul  be  hid, 
For  I  the  Lord  had  slain. 

5  A  second  look  He  gave,  that  said, 

1 '  I  freely  all  forgive ; 


CHRIST   CRUCH  M7 

This  blood  is  for  thy  ransom  paid, 
I  die  that  thou  mayest  live." 

Rev.  John  Newton  1 1725 — 1807),  ijjy.     Ab 


S.  M. 
rvo  dolorum  turbine. 


204 

1  O'erwhelmed  in  depths  of  woe, 

Upon  the  tree  of  scorn 
Hangs  the  Redeemer  of  mankind, 
With  racking  anguish  torn. 

2  See  how  the  nails  those  hands 

And  feet  so  tender  rend  ; 
See  down  His  face,  and  neck,  and  breast, 
His  sacred  blood  descend. 

3  Hark,  with  what  awful  cry 

His  spirit  takes  its  flight, 
That  cry,  it  pierced  His  Mother's  heart, 
And  whelmed  her  soul  in  night. 

4  Earth  hears,  and  to  its  base 

Rocks  wildly  to  and  fro  ; 
Tombs   burst ;     seas,    rivers,    mountains 
The  veil  is  rent  in  two.  [quake  ; 

5  The  sun  withdraws  his  light ; 

The  midday  heavens  grow  pale ; 
The  moon,  the  stars,  the  universe 
Their  Maker's  death  bewail. 

6  Shall  man  alone  be  mute? 

Come,  youth  and  hoary  hairs, 
Come,  rich  and  poor,  come,  all  mankind, 
And  bathe  those  feet  in  tears. 

7  Come,  fall  before  His  cross 

Who  shed  for  us  His  blood ; 
Who  died  the  Victim  of  pure  love, 
To  make  us  sons  of  God. 


148  CHRIST   DEAD. 

8  Jesus,  all  praise  to  Thee, 
Our  joy  and  endless  rest ; 
Be  Thou  our  guide  while  pilgrims  here, 
Our  crown  amid  the  blest. 

Roman  Breviary. 
Tr.  by  Rev.  Edward  Caswall  (1814—1878),  1849. 


205 


"  The  Heavenly  La)iib." 

i  Not  all  the  blood  of  beasts 
On  Jewish  altars  slain, 
Could  give  the  guilty  conscience  peace, 
Or  wash  away  the  stain. 

2  But  Christ,  the  heavenly  Lamb, 

Takes  all  our  sins  away  ; 
A  sacrifice  of  nobler  name, 
And  richer  blood,  than  they. 

3  My  faith  would  lay  her  hand 

On  that  dear  head  of  Thine, 
While  like  a  penitent  I  stand, 
And  there  confess  my  sin. 

4  My  soul  looks  back  to  see 

The  burdens  Thou  didst  bear, 

When  hanging  on  the  cursed  tree, 

And  hopes  her  guilt  was  there. 

5  Believing,  we  rejoice 

To  see  the  curse  remove  ; 
We  bless  the  Lamb  with  cheerful  voice, 
And  sing  His  bleeding  love. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts,  (1674 — 1748),  1709 
205  "The  dear  Lord." 

I  There  is  a  green  hill  far  away, 
Without  a  city  wall, 
Where  the  dear  Lord  was  crucified, 
Who  died  to  save  us  all. 


. 


CHRIST   DEAD.  149 

2  We  may  not  know,  we  cannot  tell 

What  pains  He  had  to  bear  ; 
But  we  believe  it  was  for  us 
He  hung  and  suffered  there. 

3  He  died  that  we  might  be  forgiven, 

He  died  to  make  us  good, 
That  we  might  go  at  last  to  Heaven, 
Saved  by  His  precious  blood. 

4  There  was  no  other  good  enough 

To  pay  the  price  of  sin ; 
He  only  could  unlock  the  gate 
Of  Heaven,  and  let  us  in. 

5  O,  dearly,  dearly  has  He  loved, 

And  we  must  love  Him,  too, 
And  trust  in  His  redeeming  blood, 
And  try  His  works  to  do. 

Mrs.  Cecil  Frances  Alexander  (1823 —         ),  i&j%. 

907  c- M- 

4v  I  "  The  Lord  from  Heaven." — 1  Cor.  xv.  47. 

i   Praise  to  the  Holiest  in  the  height, 
And  in  the  depth  be  praise  : 
In  all  His  words  most  wonderful, 
Most  sure  in  all  His  ways. 

2  O  loving  wisdom  of  my  God ! 

When  all  was  sin  and  shame, 
A  second  Adam  to  the  fight, 
And  to  the  rescue,  came. 

3  O  generous  love  !  that  He,  who  smote 

In  Man  for  man  the  foe, 
The  double  agony  in  Man 
For  man  should  undergo ; 

4  And  in  the  garden  secretly, 

And  on  the  cross  on  higrh, 


150  AND   BURIED. 

Should  teach  His  brethren,  and  inspire 

To  suffer  and  to  die. 
5  Praise  to  the  Holiest  in  the  height, 

And  in  the  depth  be  praise : 
In  all  His  words  most  wonderful, 

Most  sure  in  all  His  ways. 

Rev.  John  Henry  Newman  (1801 —         ),  1867.      A.b. 

90Q  c.  M. 

falVO  "  There  laid  they  Jesus." — John  xix.  42. 

i  Come,  see  the  place  where  Jesus  lies  : 
The  last  sad  rite  is  done ; 
With  aching  hearts,  and  weeping  eyes, 
The  faithful  few  are  gone. 

2  They  washed  with  tears  each  bloody  trace 

On  those  dear  limbs  that  lay  ; 
Then  spread  the  napkin  o'er  His  face, 
And  turned  and  went  their  way. 

3  By  the  sealed  stones  with  grounded  spears 

The  guards  their  vigils  keep  : 
They  wist  not  other  eyes  than  theirs 
Watch  o'er  the  Saviour's  sleep. 

4  'Tis  done  !  O  Death,  thy  Vi6tor-guest 

Hath  smoothed  thy  visage  grim  ; 
O  Grave,  thou  place  of  blessed  rest. 
To  all  who  sleep  in  Him  ! 

Rev.  Thomas  Edwards  Hankinson  (1805 — 1843),  18,3.     Ab 
209  Christ  in  the  Tomb. 

i  Resting  from  His  work  to-day, 
In  the  tomb  the  Saviour  lay  ; 
Still  He  slept,  from  head  to  feet 
Shrouded  in  the  winding  sheet, 
Lying  in  the  rock  alone, 
Hidden  bv  the  sealed  stone. 


CHRIST'S    RESURRECTION.  1 .5 1 

Late  at  even  there  was  seen, 
Watching  long,  the  Magdalene  ; 
Early,  ere  the  break  of  day, 
Sorrowful  she  took  her  way 
To  the  holy  garden  glade, 
Where  her  buried  Lord  was  laid. 
So  with  Thee,  till  life  shall  end, 
I  would  solemn  vigil  spend  ; 
Let  me  hew  Thee,  Lord,  a  shrine 
In  this  rocky  heart  of  mine, 
Where  in  pure  embalmed  cell 
None  but  Thee  ma}-  ever  dwell. 
Myrrh  and  spices  will  I  bring, 
True  affection's  offering  ; 
Close  the  door  from  sight  and  sound 
Of  the  busy  world  around  : 
And  in  patient  watch  remain 
Till  my  Lord  appear  again. 

Rev.  Thomas  Whytehead  (1815 — 1843),  1842.    Ab.  and  alt. 

11. 

' '  Salve /est a  dies . ' ' 

"  Welcome,  happy  morning,"  age  to  age 

shall  say  : 
Hell  to-day  is  vanquished,  Heaven  is  won 

to-day  ! 
Lo  !  the  Dead  is  Living,  God  for  evermore ; 
Him,   their  true  Creator,   all  His  works 

adore ! 
'Welcome,  happy  morning,"  age  to  age 

shall  say  ; 
Hell  to-day  is  vanquished,  Heaven  is  won 

to-day  ! 
Lo  !  the  Dead  is  Living,  God  for  evermore  ; 
Him.   their  true  Creator,   all   His  works 

adore  ! 


210 


152  CHRIST'S   RESURRECTION. 

2  Earth  her  joy  confesses,  clothing  her  for 

spring, 

All  good  gifts  returned  with  her  return- 
ing King : 

Bloom  in  every  meadow,  leaves  on  every 
bough, 

Speak  His  sorrows  ended,  hail  His  triumph 
now. 
"Welcome,  happy  morning, "  &c. 

3  Thou,  of  life  the    Author,  death   didst 

undergo, 

Tread    the    path    of    darkness,     saving 
strength  to  show  : 

Come  then,  True  and  Faithful,  now  ful- 
fill Thy  word ; 

'Tis  Thine  own  third  morning,  rise,  my 
buried  Lord ! 
"Welcome,  happy  morning,"  &c. 

4  Loose  the  souls  long  prisoned,  bound  with 

Satan's  chain  ; 

All  that  now  is  fallen  raise  to  life  again  ; 

Show  Thy  face  in  brightness,  bid  the  na- 
tions see, 

Bring  again  our  daylight :    day  returns 
with  Thee  ! 
"Welcome,  happy  morning,"  &c. 

Venantius  Fortunatus  (530 — 609), 
Tr.  by  Rev.  John  Ellerton  (1826—        ),  1871?     Ab. 

911  CM 

hiXJk  " Ick  sagejedem,  dass  Er  lebt." 

I   I  say  to  all  men,  far  and  near, 
That  He  is  risen  again  ; 
That  He  is  with  us  now  and  here, 
And  ever  shall  remain. 


CHRIST'S   VICTORY.  1 53 

2  And  what  I  say,  let  each  this  morn 

Go  tell  it  to  his  friend, 
That  soon  in  every  place  shall  dawn 
His  Kingdom  without  end. 

3  The  fears  of  death  and  of  the  grave 

Are  whelmed  beneath  the  sea, 
And  every  heart,  now7  light  and  brave, 
May  face  the  things  to  be. 

4  The  way  of  darkness  that  He  trod 

To  Heaven  at  last  shall  come, 
And  he  who  hearkens  to  His  Word 
Shall  reach  His  Father's  home, 

Friedrich  von  Hardenberg  (1772 — 1801),  1799. 
Tr.  by  Miss  Catherine  Winkworth  (1829— 1878),  1858.     Ab\ 

r)1r)  8.8.8.4. 

■J  J,  id  "Finitajam  sunt  proelia" 

i  The  strife  is  o'er,  the  battle  done : 
The  victory  of  life  is  won  ; 
The  song  of  triumph  has  begun ; 
Hallelujah! 

2  The  three  sad  days  are  quickly  sped, 
He  rises  glorious  from  the  dead ; 
All  glory  to  our  risen  Head ; 

Hallelujah! 

3  He  closed  the  yawning  gates  of  hell ; 
The  bars  from  Heaven's  high  portals  fell ; 
Let  hymns  of  praise  His  triumphs  tell. 

Hallelujah  ! 

4  Lord,  by  the  stripes  which  wounded  Thee, 
From  death's  dread  sting  Thy  servants 
That  we  may  live  and  sing  to  Thee,    [free, 

Hallelujah! 

Unknown  Author  of  the  12th  century. 
Tr.  by  Rev.  Robert  Corbet  Singleton  (  ),  1861.     Ab. 


154  FOR    HIMSELF   AND    FOR    US. 

«1«  8.8.8.4. 

<yiO  Risen  with  victory. 

i  Morn's  roseate  hues  have  decked  the  sky; 
The  Lord  has  risen  with  viclory : 
Let  earth  be  glad,  and  raise  the  cry, 
Alleluia ! 

2  The  Prince  of  life  with  death  has  striven, 
To  cleanse  the  earth  His  blood  has  given  ; 
Has  rent  the  veil,  and  opened  Heaven  : 

Alleluia ! 

3  Our  bodies  mouldering  to  decay, 
Are  sure  to  rise  to  heavenly  day  ; 
For  He  by  rising  burst  the  way  : 

Alleluia  ! 

4  O  praise  the  Father  and  the  Son, 
Who  has  for  us  the  triumph  won, 
And  Holy  Ghost,  the  Three  in  One 

Alleluia  ! 

Nicolas  le  Tourneaux  (1640 — 1686), 
Tr.  by  William  Cooke  (1821—        ),  1872.     Ab. 

9S\A  8.8.8.4. 

fcdll  " Mundi  renovatio." 

i  Earth  blooms  afresh  in  joyous  dyes  ■ 
In  Christ's  arising  all  things  rise ; 
A  solemn  joy  o'er  nature  lies  ; 
Alleluia ! 

2  Now  peace  the  sea,  the  sky  doth  fill,  [hill ; 
Heaven's  breath  wakes  fair  each  vale  and 
Spring  pours  thro'  barren  hearts  and  chill ; 

Alleluia ! 

3  Life  wins  from  death  the  glorious  prey  ; 
The  Cherub's  sword  is  turned  away, 
And  Eden's  paths  are  free  to-day  ; 

Alleluia ! 

Adam  of  St.  Victor  (        — 1192), 

Tr.  by  A.  M.  E  ,  1884 


215 


FOR    HIMSELF   AND    FOR    US.  1 55 

C.  L.  M. 
lie  lives  again. 

How  calm  and  beautiful  the  morn, 
That  gilds  the  sacred  tomb, 
Where  Christ  the  crucified  was  borne, 
And  veiled  in  midnight  gloom  ! 
O  weep  no  more  the  Saviour  slain, 
The  Lord  is  risen,  He  lives  again. 

Ye  mourning  saints,  dry  every  tear 

For  your  departed  Lord  ; 
"Behold  the  place,  He  is  not  here," 

The  tomb  is  all  unbarred : 
The  gates  of  death  were  closed  in  vain, 
The  Lord  is  risen,  He  lives  again. 

Now  cheerful  to  the  house  of  prayer 

Your  early  footsteps  bend  ; 
The  Saviour  will  Himself  be  there, 

Your  Advocate  and  Friend  : 
Once  by  the  law  your  hopes  were  slain, 
But  now  in  Christ  ye  live  again. 

How  tranquil  now  the  rising  day  ! 

'Tis  Jesus  still  appears, 
A  risen  Lord,  to  chase  away 

Your  unbelieving  fears : 
O  weep  no  more  your  comforts  slain, 
The  Lord  is  risen,  He  lives  again. 

And  when  the  shades  of  evening  fall, 
When  life's  last  hour  draws  nigh, 

If  Jesus  shines  upon  the  soul, 
How  blissful  then  to  die  ! 

Since  He  has  risen  that  once  was  slain, 

Ye  die  in  Christ  to  live  again. 

Thomas  Hastings  (1724 — 1872),  1832. 


156  CHRIST   LIVES   AGAIN. 

fcJ«LO  "He  is  not  here." — Mark  xvi.  6. 

i    "Christ,  the  Lord,  is  risen  to-day," 
Sons  of  men  and  angels  say. 
Raise  your  joys  and  triumphs  high  ; 

|| :  Sing,  ye  heavens  ;  and  earth,  reply.  :|| 

2  Love's  redeeming  work  is  done, 
Fought  the  fight,  the  battle  won. 
Lo,  our  Sun's  eclipse  is  o'er; 

|| :  Lo,  He  sets  in  blood  no  more.  :|| 

3  Vain  the  stone,  the  watch,  the  seal ; 
Christ  has  burst  the  gates  of  hell ; 
Death  in  vain  forbids  His  rise : 

|| :  Christ  has  opened  Paradise.  :|| 

4  Lives  again  our  glorious  King  : 
Where,  O  death,  is  now  thy  sting? 
Once  He  died  our  souls  to  save : 

|| :  Where  thy  viclory,  O  grave?  :|| 

5  Soar  we  now  where  Christ  has  led, 
Following  our  exalted  Head  : 
Made  like  Him,  like  Him  we  rise ; 

||:  Ours  the  cross,  the  grave,  the  skies.  :| 

6  Hail,  the  Lord  of  earth  and  Heaven  ! 
Praise  to  Thee  by  both  be  given : 
Thee  we  greet  triumphant  now ; 

|| :  Hail,  the  Resurrection  Thou  !  :|| 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley  (1708— 1788),  1739.     All 

OIH  L.  M. 

H±  I  "Our  Lord  is  risen." — Ps.  xxiv. 

i  Our  Lord  is  risen  from  the  dead, 
Our  Jesus  is  gone  up  on  high  ; 
The  powers  of  hell  are  captive  led, 
Dragged  to  the  portals  of  the  sky. 


HE   IJVES    AGAIN.  15; 

2  There  His  triumphal  chariot  waits, 

And  angels  chant  the  solemn  lay  : — 
"Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  heavenly  gates, 
Ye  everlasting  doors,  give  way. 

3  ' '  Loose  all  your  bars  of  massy  light, 

And  wide  unfold  the  ethereal  scene ; 
He  claims  these  mansions  as  His  right ; 
Receive  the  King  of  glory  in." 

4  "Who  is  this  King  of  glory,  who?" 

"The  Lord  that  all  His  foes  o'ercame  ; 
The  world,  sin,  death,  and  hell  o'erthrew  ; 
And  Jesus  is  the  conqueror's  name." 

5  Lo,  His  triumphal  chariot  waits, 

And  angels  chant  the  solemn  lay  :  — 
"  Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  heavenly  gates, 
Ye  everlasting  doors,  give  way."  . 

6  "Who  is  this  King  of  glory,  who?" 

' '  The  Lord  of  glorious  power  possessed, 
The  King  of  saints  and  angels,  too ; 
God  over  all,  forever  blest." 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley,  1743.     Ab 

«1Q  L.  M. 

ULQ  "He  lives." 

i   "I  know  that  my  Redeemer  lives  : ' ' 
What  comfort  this  sweet  sentence  gives, 
He  lives,  He  lives,  who  once  was  dead, 
He  lives,  my  ever-living  Head. 

2  He  lives  to  bless  me  with  His  love, 
He  lives  to  plead  for  me  above, 
He  lives  my  hungry  soul  to  feed, 
He  lives  to  help  in  time  of  need. 

3  He  lives,  my  kind,  my  faithful  Friend, 
He  lives  and  loves  me  to  the  end, 


I58  CHRIST    RISEN. 

He  lives,  and  while  He  lives  I'll  sing, 
He  lives,  my  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King. 

4  He  lives,  and  grants  me  daily  breath, 
He  lives,  and  I  shall  conquer  death, 
He  lives  my  mansion  to  prepare, 
He  lives  to  bring  me  safely  there. 

Rev.  Samuel  Medley  (1738 — 1799),  1789.     Ab 


8.  7.  D. 
'He  is  risen,  as  He  said." — Matt. 


219 

i  Alleluia  !  Alleluia  ! 

Hearts  to  Heaven  and  voices  raise ; 
Sing  to  God. a  hymn  of  gladness, 

Sing  to  God  a  hymn  of  praise : 
He  who  on  the  cross  a  victim 

For  the  world's  salvation  bled, 
Jesus  Christ,  the  King  of  glory, 

Now  is  risen  from  the  dead. 

2  Now  the  iron  bars  are  broken, 

Christ  from  death  to  life  is  born, 
Glorious  life,  and  life  immortal, 

On  this  holy  Kaster  morn  : 
Christ  has  triumphed,  and  we  conquer 

By  His  mighty  enterprise, 
We  with  Him  to  life  eternal 

By  His  resurrection  rise. 

3  Christ  is  risen,  Christ  the  first-fruits 

Of  the  holy  harvest-field, 
Which  will  all  its  full  abundance 

At  His  second  coming  yield  ; 
Then  the  golden  ears  of  harvest 

Will  their  heads  before  Him  wave, 
Ripened  by  His  glorious  sunshine, 

From  the  furrows  of  the  grave. 


ASCENDING.  I59 

4  Christ  is  risen,  we  are  risen  ! 

Shed  upon  us  heavenly  grace, 
Rain,  and  dew,  and  gleams  of  glory 

From  the  brightness  of  Thy  face, 
So  that  we,  with  hearts  in  Heaven, 

Here  on  earth  may  fruitful  be, 
And  by  angel-hands  be  gathered, 

And  be  ever,  Lord,  with  Thee. 

5  Alleluia  !  Alleluia  ! 

Glory  be  to  God  on  high, 
To  the  Father,  and  the  Saviour, 

Who  has  gained  the  victory ; 
Glory  to  the  Holy  Spirit, 

Fount  of  love  and  sanctity  : 
Alleluia  !  Alleluia ! 

To  the  Triune  Majesty. 

Bp.  Christopher  Wordsworth  (1807 — 1885),  1865. 

9«fl  8.  7.  D. 

^mv  Mounting  in  Triumph. 

i  See  the  Conqueror  mounts  in  triumph, 

See  the  King  in  royal  state, 
Riding  on  the  clouds  His  chariot 

To  His  heavenly  palace-gate  ; 
Hark,  the  choirs  of  angel  voices 

Joyful  Hallelujahs  sing, 
And  the  portals  high  are  lifted, 

To  receive  their  heavenly  King. 
2  Who  is  this  that  comes  in  glory, 

With  the  trump  of  jubilee? 
Lord  of  battles,  God  of  armies, 

He  has  gained  the  victory  ; 
He  who  on  the  cross  did  suffer, 

He  who  from  the  grave  arose, 
He  has  vanquished  sin  and  Satan, 

He  by  death  has  spoiled  His  foes. 


[6o  DYING,  RISING,  AND    ASCENDING. 

r,  Thou  hast  raised  our  human  nature 

On  the  clouds  to  God's  right  hand, 
There  we  sit  in  heavenly  places, 

There  with  Thee  in  glory  stand ; 
Jesus  reigns  adored  by  angels, 

Man  with  God  is  on  the  throne, 
Mighty  Lord,  in  Thine  ascension 

We  by  faith  behold  our  own. 

[  Lift  us  up  from  earth  to  Heaven, 

Give  us  wings  of  faith  and  love, 
Gales  of  holy  aspiration 

Wafting  us  to  realms  above  ; 
That,  with  hearts  and  minds  uplifted, 

We  with  Christ  our  Lord  may  dwell, 
Where  He  sits  enthroned  in  glory 

In  the  heavenly  citadel. 

;  vSo  at  last,  when  He  appeareth, 

We  from  out  our  graves  may  spring, 
With  our  youth  renewed  like  eagles', 

Flocking  round  our  heavenly  King, 
Caught  up  on  the  clouds  of  Heaven, 

And  may  meet  Him  in  the  air, 
Rise  to  realms  where  He  is  reigning, 

And  may  reign  forever  there. 

Ep.  Christopher  Wordsworth  (1S07— 1885),  1862.     Ab. 


221 


L.  M. 
( 'hrist  dying,  rising,  and  reigning. 

He  dies,  the  Friend  of  sinners  dies  ; 

Lo,  Salem's  daughters  weep  around  ; 
A  solemn  darkness  veils  the  skies  ; 

A  sudden  trembling  shakes  the  grounc 


DYING,   RISING,   AND    ASCENDING.  l6l 

2  Here's  love  and  grief  beyond  degree ; 

The  Lord  of  glory  dies  for  men  ; 
But  lo,  what  sudden  jo}rs  I  see, 
Jesus,  the  dead,  revives  again. 

3  The  rising  God  forsakes  the  tomb, 

Up  to  His  Father's  court  He  flies; 
Cherubic  legions  guard  Him  home. 
And  shout  Him  welcome  to  the  skies. 

4  Break  off  your  tears,  ye  saints,  and  tell 

How  high  our  great  Deliverer  reigns ; 
Sing  how  He  spoiled  the  hosts  of  hell, 
And  led  the  monster,  Death,  in  chains. 

5  Say,  "Live  forever,  wondrous  King, 

Born  to  redeem,  and  strong  to  save  !  " 
Then  ask    the   monster,    "Where's    thy 
sting?"  [Grave?" 

"And  where's  thy   victory,    boasting 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts  (1674 — 1748),  1706.     Ab. 
Alt.  by  Rev.  John  Wesley  (1703 — 1791), 

rt*«  7.61. 

fel^lfal  "To  Thee -we  cry." 

i  Lamb  of  God,  to  Thee  we  cry  ; 
By  Thy  bitter  agony, 
By  Thy  pangs  to  us  unknown, 
By  Thy  spirit's  parting  groan, 
Lord,  Thy  presence  let  us  see ; 
Thou  our  Light  and  Saviour  be. 

2  Prince  of  life,  to  Thee  we  cry  : 
By  Thy  glorious  majesty, 
By  Thy  triumph  o'er  the  grave, 
By  Thy  power  to  help  and  save, 
Lord .  Thy  presence  let  us  see  ; 
Thou  our  Light  and  Saviour  be. 


162  CROWNED. 

3  Lord  of  glory,  God  most  high, 
Man  exalted  to  the  sky, 
With  Thy  love  our  bosoms  fill ; 
Help  us  now  to  do  Thy  will, 
Then  Thy  glory  we  shall  see, 
Thou  wilt  bring  us  home  to  Thee. 

Bp.  Richard  Mant  (1776— 1848),  1828.     Ab.  and  alt 

OOQ  S.  M.  D. 

«y^w  The  Song  of  the  Seraphs. 

i  Crown  Him  with  many  crowns, 

The  Lamb  upon  His  throne : 
Hark,  how  the  heavenly  anthem  drowns 

All  music  but  its  own  ! 
With  His  most  precious  blood 

From  sin  He  set  us  free  : 
We  hail  Him  as  our  matchless  King 

Through  all  eternity. 

2  Crown  Him  the  Lord  of  love : 

Behold  His  hands  and  side, 
Rich  wounds,  yet  visible  above 

In  beauty  glorified : 
No  angel  in  the  sky 

Can  fully  bear  that  sight, 
But  downward  bends  his  burning  eye 

At  mysteries  so  bright. 

3  Crown  Him  the  Lord  of  peace, 

Whose  power  a  sceptre  sways, 
From  pole  to  pole,  that  wars  may  cease, 

And  all  be  prayer  and  praise  : 
His  reign  shall  know  no  end, 

And  round  His  pierced  feet 
Fair  flowers  of  Paradise  extend 

Their  fragrance  ever  sweet. 


ASCENDING   AND   GLORIFIED.  163 

4  Crown  Him  the  Lord  of  Heaven, 

One  with  the  Father  known, 
One  with  the  Spirit  through  Him  given 

From  yonder  radiant  throne  ! 
To  Thee  be  endless  praise, 

For  Thou  for  us  hast  died : 
Be  Thou,  O  Lord,  through  endless  days 

Adored  and  magnified. 

Matthew  Bridges  (1800 —        ),  1848.     Ab.  and  alt. 

00  A  7D 

Mml  A  Christ  re-asce7iding. 

i  Hail  the  day  that  sees  Him  rise, 
Ravished  from  our  wishful  eyes  ; 
Christ,  awhile  to  mortals  given, 
Reascends  His  native  Heaven. 
There  the  glorious  triumph  waits ; 
Lift  your  heads,  eternal  gates  ; 

|| :  Wide  unfold  the  radiant  scene, 
Take  the  King  of  glory  in.  :|| 

2  Him  though  highest  Heaven  receives, 
Still  He  loves  the  earth  He  leaves  : 
Though  returning  to  His  throne, 
Still  He  calls  mankind  His  own. 

See,  He  lifts  His  hands  above  ; 
See,  He  shows  the  prints  of  love  ; 
|| :  Hark,  His  gracious  lips  bestow 
Blessings  on  His  Church  below.  :|| 

3  Still  for  us  His  death  He  pleads ; 
Prevalent,  He  intercedes  ; 

Near  Himself  prepares  our  place, 
Harbinger  of  human  race. 
Lord,  though  parted  from  our  sight 
High  above  yon  azure  height, 


164  ASCENDED. 

|| :  Grant  our  hearts  may  thither  rise, 
Following  Thee  beyond  the  skies.  :|| 

Rev.  Charles  W'esley  (1708 — 1788),  1739.     Ab. 
yjj  "  Our  Brother  glorified."— \  Tim.  iii.  16. 

.  i  Christ  to  Heaven  is  gone  before 
In  the  body  here  He  wore  ; 
He  that  as  our  Brother  died 
Is  our  Brother  glorified. 
Fear  not,  ye  of  little  faith, 
For  He  hath  abolished  death  ; 
Death,  no  longer  now  we  die, 
We  but  follow  Christ  on  high. 

2  And  before  each  fainting  one, 
Dreading  the  dark  way  alone, 
Now  appear  His  footsteps  bright, 
Far  diffusing  holiest  light. 
As  our  Shepherd  He  is  there, 
With  the  comfort  of  His  care 
Fear  no  evil,  doubt  no  more, 
Christ  to  Heaven  is  gone  before. 

George  Rawson  (1807 —        ),  1857.     Ab. 

00£  7  D- 

^^jO  "He  is  gone,  and  we  remain." 

i  He  is  gone  !  and  we  remain 
In  this  world  of  sin  and  pain  : 
In  the  void  which  He  has  left, 
On  this  earth  of  Him  bereft, 
We  have  still  His  work  to  do, 
We  can  still  His  path  pursue  ; 
Seek  Him  both  in  friend  and  foe, 
In  ourselves  His  image  show. 

2  He  is  gone  !  unto  their  goal 

World  and  church  must  onward  roll ; 


WORSHIPPED.  165 

For  behind  we  leave  the  past ; 
Forward  all  our  glances  east : 
Still  His  words  before  us  range 
Through  the  ages  as  they  change ; 
Whereso'er  the  truth  shall  lead, 
He  will  give  whate'er  we  need. 

3  He  is  gone  !  but  we  once  more 
Shall  behold  Him  as  before, 
In  the  Heaven  of  heavens  the  same 
As  on  earth  He  went  and  came  : 
In  the  many  mansions  there, 
Place  for  us  He  will  prepare : 
In  that  world,  unseen,  unknown, 
He  and  we  shall  yet  be  one. 

Rev.  Arthur  Penrhyn  Stanley  11815 — i38ij,  1859.     Ah.  and  si.  alt 


227 


-  7.  D. 
"Gazing  11 />." 

Master,  Lord,  to  Thee  we  cry 
On  Thy  throne  exalted  high  ; 
See  Thy  faithful  servants,  see, 
Ever  gazing  up  to  Thee. 
Grant,  though  parted  from  our  sight, 
High  above  yon  azure  height, 
Grant  our  hearts  may  thither  rise, 
Following  Thee  beyond  the  skies. 

Ever  may  we  upward  move, 
Wafted  on  the  wings  of  love  ; 
Looking  when  our  Lord  shall  come, 
Looking  for  our  heavenly  home  : 
Then  may  we  with  Thee  remain, 
Partners  of  Thine  endless  reign  ; 
There  Thy  face  unclouded  see, 
Find  our  Heaven  of  heavens  in  Thee. 

Rev.  Charles  \Ve-!ey,  1739.    Ab.  and  alt 


j66  worshipped. 

6.  6.  4.  6.  6.  6.  4. 


228 


229 


Reigning  in  Light. 

i   Rise,  glorious  Conqueror,  rise 
Into  Thy  native  skies  ; 
Assume  Thy  right  ; 
And  where,  in  man}'  a  fold, 
The  clouds  are  backward  rolled, 
Pass  through  those  gates  of  gold, 
And  reign  in  light. 

2  Viclor  o'er  death  and  hell, 
Cherubic  legions  swell 

The  radiant  train  : 
Praises  all  Heaven  inspire ; 
Each  angel  sweeps  his  lyre, 
And  claps  his  wings  of  fire, 

Thou  Lamb  once  slain. 

3  Enter,  incarnate  God  ! 

No  feet  but  Thine  have  trod 

The  serpent  down : 
Blow  the  full  trumpets,  blow, 
Wider  yox\  portals  throw, 
Saviour,  triumphant,  go, 

And  take  Thy  crown. 

4  Lion  of  Judah,  Hail ! 
And  let  Thy  Name  prevail 

From  age  to  age  : 
Lord  of  the  rolling  years, 
Claim  for  Thine  own  the  spheres, 
For  Thou  hast  bought  with  tears 

Thy  heritage. 

Matthew  bridges  (iSuo—         ),  1848.     Al 

6.  6.  4.  6.  6.  6.  4. 
"  Worthy  the  Lamb!" 

i  Glory  to  God  on  high, 
Let  praises  fill  the  sky ! 


230 


CROWNED.  167 

Praise  ye  His  Name. 
Angels  His  Name  adore, 
Who  all  our  sorrows  bore, 
And  saints  cry  evermore, 

' "  Worthy  the  Lamb  ! ' ' 
All  they  around  the  throne 
Cheerfully  join  in  one. 

Praising  His  Xame. 
We  who  have  felt  His  blood 
Sealing  our  peace  with  God, 
Spread  His  dear  fame  abroad  : 

' '  Worthy  the  Lamb  ! ' ' 
Join  all  the  human  race, 
Our  Lord  and  God  to  bless  ; 

Praise  ye  His  Name  ! 
In  Him  we  will  rejoice. 
Making  a  cheerful  noise, 
And  say  with  heart  and  voice. 

' '  Worthy  the  Lamb  ! ' ' 
Though  we  must  change  our  place, 
Our  souls  shall  never  cease 

Praising  His  Xame ; 
To  Him  we'll  tribute  bring, 
Laud  Him  our  gracious  King, 
And  without  ceasing  sing, 

' '  Worthy  the  Lamb  ! ' ' 

Rev.  James  Allen  (1734 — 1804),  1761.     Ab. 

8.7.61. 
The  Victor  crowned. 

Jesus  comes,  His  conflict  over. 

Comes  to  claim  His  great  reward  ; 
Angels  round  the  Victor  hover, 

Crowding  to  behold  their  Lord  ; 
Haste,  ye  saints,  your  tribute  bring, 
Crown  Him,  everlasting  King. 


l68  CROWNED. 

2  Yonder  throne,  for  Him  erected, 

Now  becomes  the  Victor's  seat  ; 
Lo,  the  Man  on  earth  rejected  ! 

Angels  worship  at  His  feet : 
Haste,  ye  saints,  your  tribute  bring, 
Crown  Him,  everlasting  King. 

3  Day  and  night  they  cry  before  Him, 

"Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord!" 
All  the  powers  of  Heaven  adore  Him, 

All  obey  His  sovereign  word  ; 
Haste,  ye  saints,  your  tribute  bring. 
Crown  Him,  everlasting  King. 

Rev.  Thomas  Kelly  1.1769 — 1855),  ,;'",» 

*Q1  8.  7.  61. 

uj  ^  ±  "  Pa  nge  lingua  glo  riosi. ' ' 

i  Sing,  my  tongue,  the  Saviour's  triumph, 
Tell  His  story  far  and  wide  ; 

Tell  aloud  the  famous  story 
Of  His  body  crucified  ; 

How  upon  the  cross  a  Victim, 
Languishing  in  death  He  died. 

2  Thrice  ten  years  among  us  dwelling, 

All  the  time  to  flesh  assigned ; 
Born  for  this,  He  meets  His  passion, 

To  His  agony  resigned  ; 
On  the  cross  the  Lamb  is  lifted, 

There  the  sacrifice  they  bind. 

3  Equal  praises  to  the  Father, 

Equal  praises  to  the  Son, 
Equal  praises  to  the  Spirit, 

While  unending  ages  run  ; 
Praise  for  all  in  earth  and  Heaven, 

To  th'  Eternal  Three  in  One. 

Claudia  nus  Mamertus  I       — 474'. 
Tr.  by  Rev.  John  Mason  Neale  (1S18     ife66),  1651.  Ad.  and  rau<  h  ah. 


ENTHRONED.  169 

ftQO  s    M 

■jOiJ  "  Ascendens  in  altum  Doviinus." 

i  The  Lord  on  high  ascends, 
Once  more  to  take  His  seat : 
Celestial  powers  rejoicing  fly, 
His  glad  return  to  greet. 

2  The  mighty  battle  gained, 

The  world's  great  prince  undone, 
Before  His  Father  He  presents 
The  mortal  palm  He  won. 

3  Upborne  above  the  clouds, 

Sweet  hope  He  sheds  on  all : 
He  flings  the  gates  of  Eden  back, 
Shut  fast  by  Adam's  fall. 

4  To  our  Redeemer's  Name 

All  thanks  and  praise  be  given, 
That  He  hath  borne  our  mortal  shape, 
To  tread  the  courts  of  Heaven. 

5  May  we,  while  waiting  Christ, 

To  heavenly  works  arise, 
And  ever  live  such  saintly  lives, 
That  we  may  reach  the  skies. 

Ambrose  of  Milan  1340 — 397),        . 
Tr.  by  Rev.  Robert  Corbet  Singleton,  1870.     Ab. 

ft/50  8.  8.  8.  4. 

^JJ  "Hear  us,  O  Christ." 

i  Sovereign  of  Heaven,  who  didst  prevail 
O'er  death  and  wTith  Thy  life-blood  dye 
The  path  by  which  we  hope  to  scale 
Yon  starry  sky : 

2  Look  down  in  mercy  from  Thy  throne 
At  God's  right  hand,  O  Lord,  and  see 
Us  who  are  lingering  here  alone, 
Orphaned  of  Thee. 


I70  CROWNED. 

3  Hear  us,  O  Christ,  for  we  were  born 

Out  of  the  travail  of  Thy  soul  ; 
When  by  the  spear  Thy  side  was  torn 
To  make  us  whole. 

4  Thy  toils  and  anguish  at  an  end, 

Thou  wearest  now  a  glorious  crowm : 
The  hour  is  come ;  send,  Saviour,  send 
The  Spirit  down. 

C.  Stuart  Calverley  (        —1884),  1872.     Ab. 

flOA  8.7.4. 

faiw  *    "  He  shall  reign  forever  and  ever ." — Rev.  xi.  15. 

i   IyOOK,  ye  saints,  the  sight  is  glorious, 
See  ' '  the  Man  of  Sorrows ' '  now7 ; 

From  the  fight  returned  victorious, 
Every  knee  to  Him  shall  bow ; 

Crown  Him,  crown  Him  ; 

Crowns  become  the  Victor's  brow. 

2  Crowm  the  Saviour,  angels,  crown  Him  : 

Rich  the  trophies  Jesus  brings  : 
In  the  seat  of  power  enthrone  Him, 

While  the  vault  of  Heaven  rings : 
Crown  Him,  crown  Him  ; 

Crown  the  Saviour  "King  of  kings." 

3  Sinners  in  derison  crowned  Him, 

Mocking  thus  the  Saviour's  claim ; 
Saints  and  angels  crowd  around  Him, 

Own  His  title,  praise  His  Name : 
Crown  Him,  crown  Him; 

Spread  abroad  the  Victor's  fame. 

4  Hark,  those  bursts  of  acclamation  ! 

Hark,  those  loud  triumphant  chords  ! 
Jesus  takes  the  highest  station  : 
O  what  joy  the  sight  affords  ! 


ADORED.  171 

Crown  Him,  crown  Him  ; 

"King  of  kings,  and  Lord  of  lords." 

Rev.  Thomas  Kelly  (1769 — 1855),  1809. 


C.  M. 
' Pe rfeel  th rough  Suffe rings ." — Heb. 


235 

1  The  head  that  once  was  crowned  with 

thorns 
Is  crowned  with  glory  now ; 
A  royal  diadem  adorns 

The  might)*  Victor's  brow. 

2  The  joy  of  all  who  dwell  above, 

The  joy  of  all  below 
To  whom  He  manifests  His  love, 
And  grants  His  Name  to  know  : 

3  The)-  suffer  with  their  Lord  below, 

They  reign  with  Him  above ; 
Their  profit  and  their  joy  to  know 
The  mystery  of  His  love. 

4  The  cross  He  bore  is  life  and  health, 

Though  shame  and  death  to  Kim  ; 
His  people's  hope,  His  people's  wealth, 
Their  everlasting  theme. 

Rev.  Thomas  Kelly,  1820.     Ab. 

rtOO  C.  M. 

www  The  universal  Anthefn. — Rev.  v.  ii — 13. 

i  Come,  let  us  join  our  cheerful  songs 
With  angels  round  the  throne ; 
Ten  thousand  thousand  are  their  tongues, 
But  all  their  joys  are  one. 

2  ' '  Worthy  the  Lamb  that  died, ' '  they  cry , 
' '  To  be  exalted  thus  ; ' ' 
"Worthy  the  Lamb,"  our  lips  reply, 
"For  He  was  slain  for  us." 


172  ADORRD. 

3  Jesus  is  worthy  to  receive 

Honor  and  power  divine  ; 
And  blessings,  more  than  we  can  give, 
Be,  I^ord,  forever  Thine. 

4  Let  all  that  dwell  above  the  sky, 

And  air,  and  earth,  and  seas, 
Conspire  to  lift  Thy  glories  high, 
And  speak  Thine  endless  praise. 

5  The  whole  creation  join  in  one, 

To  bless  the  sacred  Name 
Of  Him  that  sits  upon  the  throne, 
And  to  adore  the  Lamb. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts  (1674 — 1748),  1700, 

9Q7  C.  M. 

MW  I  "  The  Desire  of  all  Nations." — Hag.  ii.  7. 

i  Infinite  excellence  is  Thine, 
Thou  glorious  Prince  of  grace ! 
Thy  uncreated  beauties  shine 
With  never-fading  rays. 

2  Sinners,  from  earth's  remotest  end, 

Come  bending  at  Thy  feet ; 
To  Thee  their  prayers  and  songs  ascend? 
In  Thee  their  wishes  meet. 

3  Millions  of.  happy  spirits  live 

On  Thy  exhaustless  store  ; 
From  Thee  they  all  their  bliss  receive, 
And  still  Thou  givest  more. 

4  Thou  art  their  triumph,  and  their  joy  ; 

They  find  their  all  in  Thee ; 
Thy  glories  will  their  tongues  employ 
Through  all  eternity. 

Rev.  John  Fawcett  (1739— 1817),  1782.     At> 


238 


ADORED.  173 

C.  M 
To  the  luzvib  that  was  slain. — Rev.  v.  6 — 12. 

Behold  the  glories  of  the  Lamb. 

Amidst  His  Father's  throne: 
Prepare  new  honors  for  His  Name, 

And  songs  before  unknown. 

Let  elders  worship  at  His  feet, 

The  church  adore  around, 
With  vials  full  of  odors  sweet, 

And  harps  of  sweeter  sound. 

Those  are  the  prayers  of  all  the  saints, 
And  these  the  hymns  they  raise : 

Jesus  is  kind  to  our  complaints, 
He  loves  to  hear  our  praise. 

Xow  to  the  Lamb  that  once  was  slain, 

Be  endless  blessings  paid  ; 
Salvation,  glory,  joy  remain 

Forever  on  Thy  head. 

Thou  hast  redeemed  our  souls  with  blood, 

Hast  set  the  prisoners  free, 
Hast  made  us  kings  and  priests  to  God, 

And  we  shall  reign  with  Thee. 


Rev.  Isaac  Watts,  1700      Ab. 


233 


C.  M. 
The  Gates  opened. 


Come,  let  us  lift  our  joj'ful  eyes 

Up  to  the  courts  above, 
And  smile  to  see  our  Father  there, 

Upon  a  throne  of  love. 

Xow  we  ma}-  bow  before  His  feet, 
And  venture  near  the  Lord  : 

No  fiery  cherub  guards  His  seat, 
Xor  double  flaming  sword. 


174  ADORED. 

3  The  peaceful  gates  of  heavenly  bliss 

Are  opened  by  the  Son  ; 
High  let  us  raise  our  notes  of  praise, 
And  reach  th'  almighty  throne. 

4  To  Thee  ten  thousand  thanks  we  bring 

Great  Advocate  on  high  ; 
And  glory  to  th'  eternal  King, 
Who  lays  His  anger  by. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts  (1674 — 1748),  1709.     Ab.  and  si.  alt. 
^TTU  "  Our  ascended  Priest." 

i  Come,  let  us  join  in  songs  of  praise 
To  our  ascended  Priest ; 
He  entered  Heaven,  with  all  our  names 
Deep  graven  on  His  breast. 

2  Below  He  washed  our  guilt  away, 

By  His  atoning  blood  ; 
Now  He  appears  before  the  throne, 
And  pleads  our  cause  with  God. 

3  Clothed  with  our  nature  still,  He  knows 

The  weakness  of  our  frame, 
And  how  to  shield  us  from  the  foes 
Which  He  Himself  o'ercame. 

4  O  may  we  ne'er  forget  His  grace, 

Nor  blush  to  wear  His  Name  ; 
Still  may  our  hearts  hold  fast  His  faith, 
Our  mouths  His  praise  proclaim. 

Rev.  Alexander  Pirie  (         —1804),  1786      Ab.  and  si.  alt. 

OA"\  c  M 

£  i"i         "And  crown  Him  Lord  of  all.'  — Acts  x.  36. 

i  All  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  Name  ! 

Let  angels  prostrate  fall, 
|| :  Bring  forth  the  royal  diadem, 

And  crown  Him  Lord  of  all.  :|| 


THK    INCARNATE   MYSTERY.  175 

2  Crown  Him,  ye  morning  stars  of  light, 

Who  fixed  this  floating  ball ; 
|| :  Now  hail  the  strength  of  Israel's  might, 
And  crown  Him  Lord  of  all.  :|| 

3  Crown  Him,  ye  martyrs  of  your  God, 

Who  from  His  altar  call ; 
|| :  Extol  the  stem  of  Jesse's  rod, 
And  crown  Him  Lord  of  all.  :|| 

4  Ye  seed  of  Israel's  chosen  race, 

Ye  ransomed  of  the  fall, 
|| :  Hail  Him,  who  saves  you  by  His  grace, 
And  crown  Him  Lord  of  all.  :|| 

5  Sinners,  whose  love  can  ne'er  forget 

The  wormwood  and  the  gall, 
|| :  Go,  spread  your  trophies  at  His  feet, 
And  crown  Him  Lord  of  all.  :|| 

6  Let  every  kindred,  every  tribe, 

On  this  terrestrial  ball, 
|| :  To  Him  all  majesty  ascribe, 

And  crown  Him  Lord  of  all.  :|| 

Rev.  Edward  Perronet  (         — iT^'2)j  1780.     Ab.  and  alt 


C  M. 

Our  double  Kindred  to  Emmanuel. — 1   Cor.  xv.  47,  49. 


242 

i  O  mean  may  seem  this  house  of  clay, 
Yet  'twas  the  Lord's  abode; 
Our  feet  may  mourn  this  thorny  way, 
Yet  here  Emmanuel  trod. 

2  This  fleshly  robe  the  Lord  did  wear ; 

This  watch  the  Lord  did  keep ; 
These  burdens  sore  the  Lord  did  bear  ; 
These  tears  the  Lord  did  weep. 

3  O  vale  of  tears  no  longer  sad, 

Wherein  the  Lord  did  dwell ! 


17^  THE    INCARNATE    MYSTERY. 

O  happy  robe  of  flesh  that  clad 
Our  own  Emmanuel ! 

4  But  not  this  fleshly  robe  alone 

Shall  link  us,  Lord,  to  Thee  ; 
Not  only  in  the  tear  and  groan 
Shall  the  dear  kindred  be. 

5  We  shall  be  reckoned  for  Thine  own, 

Because  Thy  Heaven  we  share, 
Because  we  sing  around  Thy  throne, 
And  Thy  bright  raiment  wear. 

6  O  mighty  grace,  our  life  to  live, 

To  make  our  earth  divine  ! 
O  mighty  grace,  Thy  Heaven  to  give, 
And  lift  our  life  to  Thine  ! 

Thomas  Hornblower  Gill  (1819 —         ),  i860.     A'o 

OAO  CM. 

fai  iO     "  The  Incarnate  Mystery." — 1   Cor.  i.  22 — 29. 

i  Dearest  of  all  the  names  above. 
My  Jesus  and  my  God, 
Who  can  resist  Thy  heavenly  love, 
Or  trifle  with  Thy  blood  ? 

2  'Tis  by  the  merits  of  Thy  death 

The  Father  smiles  again  ; 
'Tis  by  Thine  interceding  breath 
The  Spirit  dwells  with  mer. 

3  Till  God  in  human  flesh  I  see, 

My  thoughts  no  comfort  find  : 
The  holy,  just,  and  sacred  Three 
Are  terrors  to  my  mind. 

4  But  if  Immanuel's  face  appear, 

My  hope,  my  joy,  begins: 
His  Name  forbids  my  slavish  fear 
His  grace  removes  my  sins. 


CHRIST    EXALTED.  I  77 

While  Jews  on  their  own  law  rely, 
And  Greeks  of  wisdom  boast, 

I  love  th'  incarnate  Mystery, 
And  there  I  fix  my  trust. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts,  (1674 — 174?),  1709 


H.  M. 
The  Lord  is  King." 


244 

1  Rejoice,  the  Lord  is  King, 

Your  Lord  and  King  adore ; 
Mortals,  give  thanks  and  sing, 

And  triumph  evermore : 
Lift  up  your  heart,  lift  up  your  voice 
Rejoice,  again  I  say,  rejoice. 

2  Jesus  the  Saviour  reigns, 

The  God  of  truth  and  love ; 
When  He  had  purged  our  stains, 

He  took  His  seat  above : 
Lift  up  your  heart,  lift  up  your  voice, 
Rejoice,  again  I  say,  rejoice. 

3  His  kingdom  cannot  fail, 

He  rules  o'er  earth  and  Heaven ; 
The  keys  of  death  and  hell 

Are  to  our  Jesus  given  : 
Lift  up  your  heart,  lift  up  your  voice, 
Rejoice,  again  I  say,  rejoice. 

4  Rejoice  in  glorious  hope  ; 

Jesus,  the  Judge,  shall  come, 
And  take  His  servants  up 

To  their  eternal  home  : 
We  soon  shall  hear  th'  archangel's  voice, 
The  trump  of  God  shall  sound,  Rejoice. 

Rev-    Charles  Wesley  (1-      -  748.     Ab 


178  CHRIST    KXAI/TKD. 

245  "  Jesus' lebtl" 

i  Jesus  lives  !  no  longer  now 

Can  thy  terrors,  Death,  appal  us; 
Jesus  lives  !  by  this  we  know 

Thou,  O  Grave,  canst  not  enthral  us. 
Alleluia ! 

2  Jesus  lives  !  henceforth  is  death 

But  the  gate  of  life  immortal ; 
This  shall  calm  our  trembling  breath, 
When  we  pass  its  gloomy  portal. 
Alleluia ! 

3  Jesus  lives  !  for  us  He  died  ; 

Then,  alone  to  Jesus  living, 
Pure  in  heart  may -we  abide, 
Glory  to  our  Saviour  giving. 
Alleluia ! 

4  Jesus  lives  !  our  hearts  know  well 

Naught  from  us  His  love  shall  sever ; 
Life,  nor  death,  nor  powers  of  hell 
Tear  us  from  His  keeping  ever. 
Alleluia ! 

5  Jesus  lives  !  to  Him  the  throne 

Over  all  the  world  is  given  : 
May  we  go  where  He  is  gone, 

Rest  and  reign  with  Him  in  Heaven. 
Alleluia ! 

Christian  Furchtegott  Gellert  (1715—1769),  1757. 
Tr.  by  Miss  Frances  Elizabeth  Cox  (  ),  1841. 

QA£  8.  8.  7.  D. 

UTW  Dwelling  in  the  Heavens. — Ps.  cxxiii.  1. 

1  Upward,  where  the  stars  are  burning, 
Silent,  silent  in  their  turning, 

Round  the  never-changing  pole  ; 
Upward,  where  the  sky  is  brightest, 


PRIEST    AND    KING.  179 

Upward,  where  the  blue  is  lightest, 
Lift  I  now  my  longing  soul. 

2  Where  the  Lamb  on  high  is  seated, 
By  ten  thousand  voices  greeted : 

Lord  of  lords,  and  King  of  kings. 
Son  of  man,  they  crown,  they  crown  Him, 
Son  of  God,  they  own,  they  own  Him  : 

With  His  Name  the  palace  rings. 

3  Blessing,  honor,  without  measure, 
Heavenly  riches,  earthly  treasure, 

Lay  we  at  His  blessed  feet. 
Poor  the  praise  that  now  we  render 
Loud  shall  be  our  voices  yonder, 

When  before  His  throne  we  meet. 

Rev.  Horatius  Bonar  (1808—         ),  1866.     Ab. 

A  ATf  L.  M. 

M~£  l  ' '  Opus peregisti  tuu»i . ' ' 

i  O  Saviour,  who  for  man  hast  trod 
The  wine-press  of  the  wrath  of  God, 
Ascend,  and  claim  again  on  high, 
The  glory  left  for  us  to  die. 

2  A  radiant  cloud  is  now  Thy  seat, 

And  earth  lies  stretched  beneath  Thy  feet ; 
Ten  thousand  thousands  round  Thee  sing, 
And  share  the  triumph  of  their  King. 

3  Our  great  High  Priest  and  Shepherd  Thou 
Within  the  veil  art  entered  now, 

To  offer  there  Thy  precious  blood 
Once  poured  on  earth  a  cleansing  flood. 

4  O  Christ,  our  Lord,  of  Thy  dear  care 
Thy  lowly  members  heaven -ward  bear ; 
Be  ours  with  Thee  to  suffer  pain, 
With  Thee  for  evermore  to  reign. 

Prof.  Charles  Coffin  (1676—1749),  1736. 
Tr   by  Rev.  John  Chandler  (1806 — 1876),  1837.    Ab.  and  much  alt 


ISO  PRIEST   AND   KING. 

ZtO  "Nobis  Oiympo  Redd  it  us." 

i  O  Christ,  uplifted  to  the  sky, 
Preparing  us  a  place  on  high, 
Sad  exiles  from  the  land  above, 
O  draw  us  home  with  words  of  love. 

2  Of  every  good  the  fountain,  Lord, 
Thou  soon  shalt  be  our  rich  reward : 
What  lasting  joys  shall  then  remain, 
To  match  Thy  people's  briefest  pain. 

3  Our  eyes  unveiled,  in  blissful  state, 
Shall  view  Thee,  O  how  good  !  how  great ! 
On  Thee  our  ceaseless  love  shall  pour, 
And  Thee  our  ceaseless  song  adore. 

4  Thou  ne'er  dost  quit  a  favored  race  : 
In  pledge  of  Thy  redeeming  grace, 
O  send  Thy  Spirit  from  Thy  throne, 
To  take  and  seal  us  for  Thine  own. 

Santolius  Victorious  (1630—1697), 
Tr.  by  Rev.  Robert  Corbet  Singleton,  1867.     Ab.  and  alt. 

L.  M. 
Our  Priest  and  King. 

Now  to  the  Lord,  who  makes  us  know 
The  wonders  of  His  dying  love, 

Be  humble  honors  paid  below, 

And  strains  of  noble  praise  above. 

'Twas  He  who  cleansed  our  foulest  sins, 
And  washed  us  in  His  precious  blood  ; 

'Tis  He  who  makes  us  priests  and  kings, 
And  brings  us  rebels  near  to  God. 

To  Jesus,  our  atoning  Priest, 

To  Jesus,  our  eternal  King, 
Be  everlasting  power  confest, 

And  every  tongue  His  glory  sing. 


249 


£ING   AND   PRIEST.  l8l 

4.  Behold,  on  flying  clouds  He  comes, 
And  every  eye  shall  see  Him  move  ; 
Tho'  with  our  sins  we  pierced  Him  once, 
He  now  displays  His  pard'ning  love. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts  ^1674 — 1748),  1707.     Ab.  and  si.  alt. 

rtf-A  L.  M. 

y  JV  Rex  Christe,  factor  omnium." 

i  O  Christ,  our  King,  Creator,  Lord, 
Saviour  of  all  who  trust  Thy  word, 
To  them  who  seek  Thee  ever  near, 
Now  to  our  praises  bend  Thine  ear. 

2  In  Thy  dear  cross  a  grace  is  found, 

It  flows  from  every  streaming  wound, 
Whose  power  our  inbred  sin  controls, 
Breaks  the  firm  bond,  and  frees  our  souls. 

3  Thou  didst  create  the  stars  of  night, 
Yet  Thou  hast  veiled  in  flesh  Thy  light ; 
Hast  deigned  a  mortal  form  to  wear, 

A  mortal's  painful  lot  to  bear. 

4  When  Thou  didst  hang  upon  the  tree, 
The  quaking  earth  acknowledged  Thee  ; 
When   Thou   didst   there  yield  up  Thy 

breath, 
The  world  grew  dark  as  shades  of  death. 

5  Now  in  the  Father's  glory  high, 
Great  Conqueror,  never  more  to  die, 
Us  by  Thy  mighty  power  defend, 
And  reign  through  ages  without  end. 

Gregory  the  Great  (S40 — 604), 
Tr.  by  Rev.  Ray  Palmer  (1808—         ),  1858. 


251 


L.  M. 

The  enthroned  High  Priest. 


Where  high  the  heavenly  temple  stands, 
The  house  of  God  not  made  with  hands, 


1 82  ENTHRONED. 

A  great  High  Priest  our  nature  wears, 
The  Guardian  of  mankind  appears. 

2  He  who  for  men  their  surety  stood, 
And  poured  on  earth  His  precious  blood, 
Pursues  in  Heaven  His  mighty  plan, 
The  Saviour  and  the  Friend  of  man. 

3  Though  now  ascended  up  on  high, 
He  bends  on  earth  a  brother's  eye ; 
Partaker  of  the  human  name, 

He  knows  the  weakness  of  our  frame. 

4  Our  fellow-sufferer  yet  retains 
A  fellow-feeling  of  our  pains  ; 
And  still  remembers  in  the  skies 
His  tears,  and  agonies,  and  cries. 

5  In  every  pang,  that  rends  the  heart, 
The  Man  of  Sorrows  had  a  part ; 
Touched  with  the  feeling  of  our  grief, 
He  to  the  sufferer  sends  relief. 

6  With  boldness,  therefore,  at  the  throne, 
Let  us  make  all  our  sorrows  known, 
And  ask  the  aid  of  heavenly  power, 
To  help  us  in  the  evil  hour. 

Michael  Bruce  (1746— 1767),  1781      Alt 

r)M  8.  7.  D. 

4l|j^  " Enth r on cd  in  Glory.' ' 

i  Hail,  Thou  once  despised  Jesus, 

Hail,  Thou  Galilean  King  ! 
Thou  didst  suffer  to  release  us, 

Thou  didst  free  salvation  bring : 
Hail,  Thou  agonizing  Saviour, 

Bearer  of  our  sin  and  shame  ; 
By  Thy  merits  we  find  favor ; 

Life  is  given  through  Thy  Name. 


ENTHRONED. 

Paschal  Lamb,  by  God  appointed, 

All  our  sins  on  Thee  were  laid  ; 
By  almighty  love  anointed, 

Thou  hast  full  atonement  made  : 
All  Thy  people  are  forgiven 

Through  the  virtue  of  Thy  blood  : 
Opened  is  the  gate  of  Heaven ; 

Peace  is  made  'twixt  man  and  God. 

Jesus,  hail,  enthroned  in  glory, 

There  forever  to  abide  : 
All  the  heavenly  hosts  adore  Thee. 

Seated  at  Thy  Father's  side. 
There  for  sinners  Thou  art  pleading ; 

There  Thou  dost  our  place  prepare  ; 
Ever  for  us  interceding 

Till  in  glory  we  appear. 

Rev.  John  Bakewell  '1721 — 1819),  1760.     Alt. 
Rev.  Augustus  Montague  Toplady  (1740 — 17- 


253 


8.  7.  D. 
Thou  art  -worthy.1' — 'Second  part  of  preceding  Hymn .  1 

i  Worship,  honor,  power,  and  blessing. 

Thou  art  worthy  to  receive  ; 
Loudest  praises,  without  ceasing, 

Meet  it  is  for  us  to  give. 
Help,  ye  bright  angelic  spirits. 

Bring  your  sweetest,  noblest  lays  : 
Help  to  sing  our  Saviour's  merits. 

Help  to  chant  Immanuel's  praise. 

Soon  we  shall,  with  those  in  glory, 
His  transcendent  grace  relate  ; 

Gladly  sing  th'  amazing  story 
Of  His  dying  love  ^o  great : 


1 84  ENTHRONED. 

Iii  that  blessed  contemplation 
We  for  evermore  shall  dwell, 

Crowned  with  bliss  and  consolation, 
Such  as  none  below  can  tell. 

Rev.  John  Bakewell  (1721  —  1819),  1760.     Alt. 
Rev.  Augustus  Montague  Toplady  (1740 — 1778),  1776. 

OZA  8-  7-  D 

aOl     "On  the  right  Hand  of  God."—i   Pet.  iii.  22. 

i   Christ,  above  all  glory  seated, 

King  eternal,  strong  to  save, 
Dying,  Thou  hast  death  defeated, 

Buried,  Thou  hast  spoiled  the  grave. 
Thou  art  gone,  where  now  is  given, 

What  no  mortal  might  could  gain  : 
On  th'  eternal  throne  of  Heaven, 

In  Thy  Father's  power  to  reign. 
2  We,  O  Lord,  with  hearts  adoring, 

Follow  Thee  above  the  sky  : 
Hear  our  prayers  Thy  grace  imploring, 

Lift  our  souls  to  Thee  on  high. 
So  when  Thou  again  in  glory 

On  the  clouds  of  Heaven  shalt  shine, 
We  Thy  flock  shall  stand  before  Thee, 

Owned  forevermore  as  Thine. 

Bp.  James  Russell  Woodford  (1820—        ),  1863.     Ab. 

ncr  s.  7.  d. 

falOv  "A  Priest  forever." — Ps.  ex.  4. 

i  Alleluia,  sing  to  Jesus, 

His  the  sceptre,  His  the  throne  ; 

Alleluia,  His  the  triumph, 
His  the  victory  alone  ; 

Hark,  the  songs  of  peaceful  Zion 
Thunder  like  a  mighty  flood, 

Jesus  out  of  every  nation, 

|| :  Hath  redeemed  us  by  His  blood.  :|| 


ENTHRONED.  1 8« 

2  Alleluia,  not  as  orphans, 

We  are  left  in  sorrow  now  ; 
Alleluia,  He  is  near  us, 

Faith  believes,  nor  questions  how  : 
Tho'  the  cloud  from  sight  received  Him, 

When  the  forty  days  were  o'er, 
Shall  our  hearts  forget  His  promise, 
|| :  "I  am  with  you  evermore?"  :|| 

3  Alleluia,  Bread  of  angels, 

Thou  on  earth  our  Food,  our  Stay, 
Alleluia,  here  the  sinful 

Flee  to  Thee  from  day  to  day  ; 
Intercessor,  Friend  of  sinners, 

Earth's  Redeemer,  plead  for  me, 
Where  the  songs  of  all  the  sinless 
|| :  Sweep  across  the  crystal  sea.  :|| 

William  Chatterton  Dix  (1837—        ),  1867.     A!j 

ore  8.  7.  d. 

faljlj         "Iain  ivith you  ahuay." — Matt,  xxviii.  20. 

i  Always  with  us,  always  with  us, 

Words  of  cheer,  and  words  of  love : 
Thus  the  risen  Saviour  whispers, 

From  His  dwelling-pl?~e  above. 
With  us  when  the  storm  is  sweeping 

O'er  our  pathway  dark  and  drear, 
Waking  hope  within  our  bosoms, 

Stilling  every  anxious  fear. 

2  With  us  in  the  lonely  valley, 

When  we  cross  the  chilling  stream  ; 

Lighting  up  the  steps  to  glory 
Like  the  ancient  prophet's  dream. 

Always  with  us,  always  with  us, 
Pilot  on  the  surging  main, 


186  GONE    BACK   TO    HEAVEN. 

Guiding  to  the  distant  Heaven, 
Where  we  shall  be  home  again. 

Rev.  Edwin  Henry  Nevin  (1814—        ),  1858.     Ab 

*rn  8.7.61. 

64 Q  /  " Raise  the  Anthem." 

i  Come,  ye  faithful,  raise  the  anthem, 

Cleave  the  skies  with  shouts  of  praise  : 

Sing  to  Him  who  found  the  ransom, 
Ancient  of  eternal  days  : 

God  eternal,  Word  Incarnate, 

Whom  the  Heaven  of  heavens  obeys. 

2  Ere  He  raised  the  lofty  mountains, 

Formed  the  sea,  or  built  the  sky, 
Love  eternal,  free,  and  boundless, 

Forced  the  Lord  of  Life  to  die  ; 
Lifted  up  the  Prince  of  princes 

On  the  throne  of  Calvary. 

3  Now  on  those  eternal  mountains 

Stands  the  sapphire  throne,  all  bright, 
Where  unceasing  hallelujahs 

They  upraise,  the  sons  of  light : 
Zion's  people  tell  His  praises, 

Victor  after  hard-won  fight. 

4  Bring  your  harps  and  bring  your  incense, 

Sweep  the  string  and  pour  the  lay  ; 
Let  the  earth  proclaim  His  wonders, 

King  of  that  celestial  day  : 
He,  the  Lamb  once  slain,  is  worthy, 

Who  was  dead  and  lives  for  aye. 

Rev.  Job  Hupton  (1762— 1849),  l8°8-     Ab. 
Alt.  by  Rev.  John  Mason  Neale  (1818— 1866),  1851. 

ijOO  Ir/aous  6  ZcooSottjs. 

I  Jksus,  Lord  of  Life  eternal, 

Taking  those  He  loved  the  best, 


WORTHY   THE    LAMB.  187 

Stood  upon  the  Mount  of  Olives, 
And  His  own  the  last  time  blest: 

Then,  though  He  had  never  left  it, 
Sought  again  His  Father's  breast. 

Knit  is  now  our  flesh  to  Godhead, 

Knit  in  everlasting  bands  : 
Call  the  world  to  highest  festal : 

Floods  and  oceans,  clap  your  hands : 
Angels,  raise  the  song  of  triumph  : 

Make  response,  ye  distant  lands. 

Loosing  death  with  all  its  terrors 
Thou  aseendedst  up  on  high  ; 

And  to  mortals,  now  immortal, 
Gavest  immortality, 

As  Thine  own  disciples  saw  Thee 
Mounting  Victor  to  the  sky. 

h  of  the  Studium  (       — 883), 
Tr.  by  Rev.  John  Mason  Neale,  1862.     Ab.  and  alt. 


259 


I,.  M. 
"  The  Song  of  Songs." 

i   Come,  let  us  sing  the  song  of  songs, 

The  saints  in  Heaven  began  the  strain, 
The  homage  which  to  Christ  belongs  : 
' '  Worthy  the  Lamb,  for  He  was  slain  ! ' ' 

2  Slain  to  redeem  us  by  His  blood. 

To  cleanse  from  every  sinful  stain. 
And  make  us  kings  and  priests  to  God  : 
' '  Worthy  the  Lamb,  for  He  was  slain  ! ' 

3  To  Him,  enthroned  by  filial  right, 

All  power  in  Heaven  and  earth  proclaim 

Honor,  and  majesty,  and  might : 

' '  Worth\-  the  Lamb,  for  He  was  slain  ' 


1 88  THE   COMFORTER. 

4  Long  as  we  live,  and  when  we  die,  [reign, 
And   while   in  Heaven  with  Him  we 
This  song  our  song  of  songs  shall  be : 
' '  Worthy  the  Lamb,  for  He  was  slain  ! ' ' 

James  Montgomery  (1771 — 1854,)  1853.     Ab.  and  alt. 
ZbU     "  The  Way,  the  Truth,  the  Li/e."— John  xiv.  6. 

i  Thou  art  the  Way  :  To  Thee  alone 
From  sin  and  death  we  flee  ; 
And  he  who  wonld  the  Father  seek, 
Must  seek  Him,  Lord,  by  Thee. 

2  Thou  art  the  Truth  :  Thy  word  alone 

True  wisdom  can  impart ; 
Thou  only  canst  inform  the  mind, 
And  purify  the  heart. 

3  Thou  art  the  Life :  the  rending  tomb 

Proclaims  Thy  conquering  arm, 
And  those  who  put  their  trust  in  Thee 
Nor  death,  nor  hell  shall  harm. 

4  Thou  art  the  Way,  the  Truth,  the  Life : 

Grant  us  that  Way  to  know, 
That  Truth  to  keep,  that  Life  to  win, 
Whose  jo}\s  eternal  flow. 

Bp.  George  Washington  Doane  (1799— 1859),  1824. 

«£1  8.6.8.4. 

feilUl  The  Comforter  comes. — John  xvi.  7. 

i  Our  blest  Redeemer,  ere  He  breathed 
His  tender  last  farewell, 
A  Guide,  a  Comforter,  bequeathed 
With  us  to  dwell. 
2  He  came  in  semblance  of  a  dove 
With  sheltering  wings  outspread, 
The  holy  balm  of  peace  and  love 
On  earth  to  shed. 


PKNTECOST.  1S9 

3  He  came  sweet  influence  to  impart, 

A  gracious,  willing  guest, 
While  He  can  find  one  humble  heart 
Wherein  to  rest. 

4  And  His  that  gentle  voice  we  hear, 

Soft  as  the  breath  of  even, 
That  checks  each  thought,  that  calms  each 

fear, 
And  speaks  of  Heaven. 

5  And  every  virtue  we  possess, 

And  every  victory  won, 
And  every  thought  of  holiness 
Are  His  alone. 

6  Spirit  of  purity  and  grace, 

Our  weakness,  pitying,  see  : 
O  make  our  hearts  Thy  dwelling-place, 
And  meet  for  Thee. 

M;55  Harriet  Auber  •  1773 — 1862),  1829.     Ab. 

A£A  CM. 

£\Jhi  Pentecost. — Act.s  ii.  r— 4. 

1  Xo  track  is  on  the  sunny  sky, 

No  footprints  on  the  air  : 
Jesus  hath  gone ;  the  face  of  earth 
Is  desolate  and  bare. 

2  That  Upper  Room  is  Heaven  on  earth : 

Within  its  precincts  lie 
All  that  earth  has  of  faith,  or  hope, 
Or  Heaven-born  charity. 

3  He  comes  !  He  comes  !  that  mighty  Breath 

From  Heaven's  eternal  shores  ; 
His  uncreated  freshness  fills 
His  Bride,  as  she  adores. 


190  PENTECOST. 

4  Earth  quakes  before  that  rushing  blast, 

Heaven  echoes  back  the  sound, 
And  mightily  the  tempest  wheels 
That  Upper  Room  around. 

5  One  moment— and  the  Spirit  hung 

O'er  all  with  dread  desire ; 
Then  broke  upon  the  heads  of  all 
In  cloven  tongues  of  fire. 

6  The  Spirit  came  into  the  Church 

With  His  unfailing  power  ; 
He  is  the  living  Heart  that  beats 
Within  her  at  this  hour. 

7  Most  tender  Spirit,  mighty  God, 

Sweet  must  Thy  presence  be, 
If  loss  of  Jesus  can  be  gain, 
So  long  as  we  have  Thee  ! 

Rev.  Frederick  William  Faber  (1814 — 1863),  1849.     -A-b.  and  si.  alt 

*£Q  C  M. 

teiU<J  Pentecost. 

i  When    God  of    old    came    down    from 
Heaven, 
In  power  and  wrath  He  came ; 
Before  His  feet  the  clouds  were  riven, 
Half  darkness,  and  half  flame. 

2  But  when  He  came  the  second  time, 

He  came  in  power  and  love  ; 
Softer  than  gale  at  morning  prime, 
Hovered  His  holy  Dove. 

3  The  fires,  that  rushed  on  Sinai  dowrn 

In  sudden  torrents  dread, 
Now  gently  light,  a  glorious  crown, 
On  every  sainted  head. 

4  And,  as  on  Israel's  awe-struck  ear 

The  voice  exceeding  loud, 


HOLY   SPIRIT.  191 

The  trump  that  angels  quake  to  hear, 
Thrilled  from  the  deep  dark  cloud ; 

5  So,  when  the  Spirit  of  our  God 

Came  down  His  flock  to  find, 
A  voice  from  Heaven  was  heard  abroad, 
A  rushing  mighty  wind. 

6  It  fills  the  Church  of  God,  it  fills 

The  sinful  world  around  ; 
Only  in  stubborn  hearts  and  wills 
Xo  place  for  it  is  found. 

7  Come,   Lord,  come  Wisdom,   Love,  and 

Power, 
Open  our  ears  to  hear ; 
Let  us  not  miss  th'  accepted  hour  ; 
Save,  Lord,  by  love  or  fear. 

Rev.  John  Keble  (1792— 1866),  1827.     Ab. 

0£A.  LM- 

k^U   i  "Vent,  Creator  Spiritus." 

i  Come,  O  Creator  Spirit  blest. 
And  in  our  souls  take  up  Thy  rest : 
Come,  with  Thy  grace  and  heavenly  aid, 
To  fill  the  hearts  which  Thou  hast  made. 

2  Great  Comforter,  to  Thee  we  cry  ; 
O  highest  gift  of  God  most  high, 
O  Fount  of  life,  O  Fire  of  love, 
And  sweet  anointing  from  above  ! 

3  Kindle  our  senses  from  above, 

And  make  our  hearts  o'erflow  with  love  ; 
With  patience  firm,  and  virtue  high, 
The  weakness  of  our  flesh  supply. 

4  Far  from  us  drive  the  foe  we  dread, 
And  grant  us  Thy  true  peace  instead ; 


192  HOI.Y   SPIRIT. 

So  shall  we  not,  with  Thee  for  Guide, 
Turn  from  the  path  of  life  aside. 

Rabanus  Maurus  (776 — 856), 
Tr.  by  Rev.  Edward  Caswall  (1814 — 1878),  1849.     Ab.  and  alt. 

«clWW  Prayer  for  Light  and  Guidance. 

1  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 
With  peace  and  healing  from  above  ; 
Be  Thou  my  Light,  be  Thou  my  Guide, 
O'er  every  thought  and  step  preside. 

2  The  light  of  truth  to  me  display, 
That  I  may  know  and  choose  my  way ; 
Plant  holy  fear  within  my  heart, 
That  I  from  God  may  ne'er  depart. 

3  Conducl  me  safe,  conduct  me  far, 
From  every  sin  and  hurtful  snare ; 
Lead  me  to  God,  my  final  Rest, 
In  His  enjoyment  to  be  blest. 

4  Lead  me  to  holiness,  the  road 

That  I  must  take  to  dwell  with  God  ; 
Lead  me  to  Christ,  the  living  Way, 
Nor  let  me  from  His  pastures  stray. 

Rev.  Simon  Browne  (1680 — 1732),  1720.     Ab.  and  alt 

^CC  L  M 

kJUU  The  Operations  0/  the  Spirit. 

i  Eternal  Spirit,  we  confess 

And  sing  the  wonders  of  Thy  grace ; 
Thy  power  conveys  our  blessings  down 
From  God  the  Father  and  the  Son. 

2  Enlightened  by  Thy  heavenly  ray, 
Our  shades  and  darkness  turn  to  day  ; 
Thine  inward  teachings  make  us  know 
Our  danger  and  our  refuge,  too. 

3  Thy  power  and  glory  work  within, 
And  break  the  chains  of  reigning  sin; 


HOIvY   SPIRIT.  I93 

Do  our  imperious  lusts  subdue, 
And  form  our  wretched  hearts  anew. 
4  The  troubled  conscience  knows  Thy  voice ; 
Thy  cheering  words  awake  our  joys; 
Thy  words  allay  the  stormy  wind, 
And  calm  the  surges  of  the  mind. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts  (1674 — 1748),  1709. 

*nn  7.7.7.5. 

UQ  /  "Holy  Ghost,  the  Infinite. 

i  Holy  Ghost,  the  Infinite, 
Shine  upon  our  nature's  night 
With  Thy  blessed  inward  light, 
Comforter  Divine  ! 

2  We  are  sinful,  cleanse  us,  Lord  ; 
We  are  faint,  Thy  strength  afford ; 
Lost,  until  by  Thee  restored, 

Comforter  Divine  ! 

3  Like  the  dew,  Thy  peace  distil : 
Guide,  subdue  our  wayward  will, 
Things  of  Christ  unfolding  still, 

Comforter  Divine  ! 

4  In  us,  for  us,  intercede, 

And  with  voiceless  groaning  plead 
Our  unutterable  need, 
Comforter  Divine  ! 

5  In  us  "Abba,  Father,"  cry, 
Earnest  of  our  bliss  on  high, 
Seal  of  immortality, 

Comforter  Divine ! 

6  Search  for  us  the  depths  of  God  ; 
Bear  us  up  the  starry  road, 

To  the  height  of  Thine  abode, 
■  Divine  ! 

George  Rawson  (i3o?—         >.  1853      An 


194  HOI/V  SPIRIT   INVOKED. 

9CQ  7.  7.  7.  5. 

UUO  " Heavenly  Love." 

i  Gracious  Spirit,  Holy  Ghost, 
Taught  by  Thee,  we  covet  most, 
Of  Thy  gifts  at  Pentecost, 
Holy,  heavenly  Love. 

2  Love  is  kind,  and  suffers  long, 
Love  is  meek,  and  thinks  no  wrong, 
Love  than  death  itself  more  strong : 

Give  us  heavenly  Love. 

3  Prophecy  will  fade  away, 
Melting  in  the  light  of  day  ; 
Love  will  ever  with  us  stay : 

Give  us  heavenly  Love. 

4  Faith  will  vanish  into  sight, 
Hope  be  emptied  in  delight ; 

Love  in  Heaven  will  shine  more  bright: 
Give  us  heavenly  Love. 

5  Faith  and  Hope  and  Love  we  see 
Joining  hand  in  hand  agree ; 
But  the  greatest  of  the  three, 

And  the  best,  is  Love. 

Bp.  Christopher  Wordsworth  (1807—1885),  1862.     Ab.  and  alt. 

9CQ  8.  7.  D. 

iJJQXj  "Love  Divine." 

i  Love  Divine,  all  love  excelling, 

Joy  of  Heaven,  to  earth  come  down  ; 
Fix  in  us  Thy  humble  dwelling, 

All  Thy  faithful  mercies  crown ; 
Jesus,  Thou  art  all  compassion, 

Pure  unbounded  love  Thou  art  ; 
Visit  us  with  Thy  salvation, 

Enter  every  trembling  heart. 


270 


INVOKED.  195 

Breathe,  O  breathe,  Thy  loving  Spirit 

Into  every  troubled  breast- 
Let  us  all  in  Thee  inherit, 

Let  us  find  that  second  rest ; 
Take  away  our  power  of  sinning, 

Alpha  and  Omega  be, 
End  of  faith,  as  its  beginning, 

Set  our  hearts  at  liberty. 
Come,  almighty  to  deliver, 

Let  us  all  Thy  life  receive ; 
Suddenly  return,  and  never, 

Never  more  Thy  temples  leave. 
Thee  we  would  be  always  blessing, 

Serve  Thee  as  Thy  hosts  above, 
Pray,  and  praise  Thee  without  ceasing, 

Glory  in  Thy  perfect  love. 
Finish  then  Thy  new  creation, 

Pure,  and  spotless  let  us  be ; 
Let  us  see  Thy  great  salvation 

Perfectly  restored  in  Thee  : 
Changed  from  glory  into  glory, 

Till  in  Heaven  we  take  our  place, 
Till  we  cast  our  crowns  before  Thee, 

Lost  in  wonder,  love,  and  praise. 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley  (170S— 1788),  1747.     SI.  alt. 

8.  7.  D. 

Prayer  for  Ligl.t. 

Light  of  those  whose  dreary  dwelling 

Borders  on  the  shades  of  death, 
Come,  and  by  Thy  love's  revealing 

Dissipate  the  clouds  beneath  : 
The  new  heaven  and  earth's  Creator, 

In  our  deepest  darkness  rise, 
Scattering  all  the  night  of  nature, 

Pouring  eye-sight  on  our  eyes. 


196  INVOKED. 

2  Still  we  wait  for  Thine  appearing  ; 

Life  and  joy  Thy  beams  impart, 
Chasing  all  our  fears,  and  cheering 

Every  poor,  benighted  heart : 
Come,  and  manifest  the  favor 

God  hath  for  our  ransomed  race  ; 
Come,  Thou  glorious  God  and  Saviour, 

Come,  and  bring  the  gospel-grace. 

3  Save  us  in  Thy  great  compassion, 

O  thou  mild,  pacific  Prince, 
Give  the  knowledge  of  salvation, 

Give  the  pardon  of  our  sins ; 
By  Thine  all-restoring  merit, 

Every  burdened  soul  release, 
Every  weary,  wandering  spirit 

Guide  into  Thy  perfect  peace. 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley  (1708— 1788),  1745. 

971  L.  M.61. 

*W  /  Ja  The  Anointing  Spirit. 

i  Come,  Holy  Ghost,  our  souls  inspire, 
And  lighten  with  celestial  fire ; 
Thou  the  anointing  Spirit  art, 
Who  dost  Thy  seven-fold  gifts  impart ; 
Thy  blessed  unction  from  above, 
Is  comfort,  life,  and  fire  of  love. 

2  Enable  with  perpetual  light 

The  dullness  of  our  blinded  sight ; 
'Anoint  and  cheer  our  soiled  face 
With  the  abundance  of  Thy  grace ; 
Keep  far  our  foes,  give  peace  at  home  ; 
Where  Thou  art  Guide,  no  ill  can  come. 

3  Teach  us  to  know  the  Father,  Son, 
And  Thee  of  both,  to  be  but  One  ; 
That  through  the  ages  all  along, 


272 


PRAYER    FOR    LIGHT.  I97 

This  still  may  be  our  endless  song : 
All  praise,  with  all  the  heavenly  host, 
To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost ! 

Rabanus  Maunis  1776 — 856), 
Tr.  by  Bp.  John  Cosin  (1594 — 1672),  1627.     Alt. 

7. 
Prayer  /or  Peace  and  Rest. 

i  Gracious  Spirit,  Dove  divine, 
Let  Thy  light  within  me  shine  ; 
All  my  guilt}-  fears  remove, 
Fill  me  full  of  Heaven  and  love. 

2  Speak  Thy  pardoning  grace  to  me, 
Set  the  burdened  sinner  free, 
Lead  me  to  the  Lamb  of  God, 
Wash  me  in  His  precious  blood. 

3  Life  and  peace  to  me  impart, 
Seal  salvation  on  my  heart, 
Breathe  Thyself  into  my  breast, 
Earnest  of  immortal  rest. 

\  Let  me  never  from  Thee  stray. 
Keep  me  in  the  narrow  way, 
Fill  my  soul  with  joy  divine, 
Keep  me,  Lord,  forever  Thine. 

John  Stocker,  1776.     Ab. 

7. 
Light,  Power,  Joy. 

i  Holy  Ghost,  with  light  divine, 
Shine  upon  this  heart  of  mine ; 
Chase  the  shades  of  night  away, 
Turn  the  darkness  into  day. 

2  Holy  Ghost,  with  power  divine, 
Cleanse  this  guilty  heart  of  mine  ; 
Long  has  sin,  without  control, 
Held  dominion  o'er  my  soul. 


273 


I9S  PRAYER    FOR    LIGHT. 

3  Holy  Ghost,  with  joy  divine, 
Cheer  this  saddened  heart  of  mine ; 
Bid  my  many  woes  depart, 

Heal  my  wounded,  bleeding  heart. 

4  Holy  Spirit,  all  divine, 

Dwell  within  this  heart  of  mine, 
Cast  down  every  idol-throne ; 
Reign  supreme,  and  reign  alone. 

Rev.  Andrew  Reed  (1787— 1862).  1843.     Ab. 
ud  /   i  "Granted  is  the  Saviour's  Prayer." 

i  Granted  is  the  Saviour's  prayer, 
Sent  the  gracious  Comforter, 
Promise  of  our  parting  Lord, 
Jesus,  to  His  Heaven  restored. 

2  God,  the  everlasting  God, 
Makes  with  mortals  His  abode  ; 
Whom  the  heavens  cannot  contain, 
He  stoops  down  to  dwell  in  man. 

3  Never  will  He  thence  depart, 
Inmate  of  a  humble  heart ; 
Carrying  on  His  work  within, 
Striving  till  He  cast  out  sin. 

4  Come,  divine  and  peaceful  Guest, 
Knter  our  devoted  breast : 

Life  divine  in  us  renew, 
Thou  the  Gift  and  Giver,  too  ! 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley  (1708— 1788),  1739.     Ab.  andi  It. 

nnr  s.  m. 

td  I  W  Prayer  for  Light  and  Love. 

i   Come,  Holy  Spirit,  come, 

Let  Thy  bright  beams  arise, 
Dispel  the  darkness  from  our  minds, 
And  open  all  our  eyes. 


PRAYER    FOR    EIGHT.  I99 

2  Revive  our  drooping  faith, 

Our  doubts  and  fears  remove, 
And  kindle  in  our  breasts  the  flame 
Of  never-dying  love. 

3  Convince  us  of  our  sin, 

Then  lead  to  Jesus'  blood, 
And  to  our  wondering  view  reveal 
The  secret  love  of  God. 

4  'Tis  Thine  to  cleanse  the  heart, 

To  sanctify  the  soul, 
To  pour  fresh  life  in  every  part, 
And  new-create  the  whole. 

5  Dwell,  Spirit,  in  our  hearts, 

Our  minds  from  bondage  free  ; 
Then  we  shall  know,  and  praise,  and  love 
The  Father,  Son,  and  Thee. 

Rev.  Joseph  Hart  (1712 — 1768),  1759.     Ab.  and  si.  alt. 


£  /  0  The  Descent  0/  the  Spirit. 

i  Lord  God,  the  Holy  Ghost, 
In  this  accepted  hour, 
As  on  the  day  of  Pentecost, 
Descend  in  all  Thy  power. 

2  Like  mighty  rushing  wind 

Upon  the  waves  beneath, 
Move  with  one  impulse  every  mind, 
One  soul,  one  feeling  breathe. 

3  The  young,  the  old,  inspire 

With  wisdom  from  above  ; 
And  give  us  hearts  and  tongues  of  fire 
To  pray,  and  praise,  and  love. 


200     FORGIVENESS   AND   GRACE   PRAYED    FOR. 

4  Spirit  of  light,  explore, 

And  chase  our  gloom  away, 
With  lustre  shining  more  and  more 
Unto  the  perfect  day. 

James  Montgomery  (1771 — 1854),  1819,  1825.     Ab. 


C.  M. 

The  witnessing  and  sealing  Spirit. 
Rom.  viii.  14,  16.     Eph.  i.  13,  14. 


277 

1  Why  should  the  children  of  a  King 

Go  mourning  all  their  days  ? 
Great  Comforter,  descend  and  bring 
Some  tokens  of  Thy  grace. 

2  Dost  Thou  not  dwell  in  all  the  saints. 

And  seal  the  heirs  of  HeaYen  ? 
When  wilt  Thou  banish  my  complaints 
And  show  my  sins  forgiven  ? 

3  Assure  my  conscience  of  her  part 

In  the  Redeemer's  blood  ; 
And  bear  Thy  witness  with  my  heart, 
That  I  am  born  of  God. 

4  Thou  art  the  earnest  of  His  love, 

The  pledge  of  joys  to  come  ; 
And  Thy  soft  wings,  celestial  Dove, 
Will  safe  convey  me  home. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts  (1674 — 1748),  1709. 


278 


C.  M. 
oyer  to  the  Spirit '. 


Spirit  Divine,  attend  our  prayers, 

And  make  this  house  Thy  home  ; 
Descend  with  all  Thy  gracious  powers, 

O  come,  Great  Spirit,  come  ! 
Come  as  the  light ;  to  us  reveal 

Our  sinfulness  and  woe  ; 
And  lead  us  in  those  paths  of  life 

Where  all  the  righteous  go. 


FORGIVENESS    AND    GRACE    PRAYED    FOR.      201 

3  Come  as  the  fire,  and  purge  our  hearts, 

Like  sacrificial  flame  ■ 
Let  our  whole  soul  an  offering  be 
To  our  Redeemer's  Name. 

4  Come  as  the  wind,  with  rushing  sound, 

With  Pentecostal  grace  ; 
And  make  the  great  salvation  known, 
Wide  as  the  human  race. 

5  Spirit  Divine,  attend  our  prayers, 

Make  a  lost  world  Thy  home  ; 
Descend  with  all  Thy  gracious  powers, 
O  come,  Great  Spirit,  come  ! 

Rev.  Andrew  Keed  (1787 — 1862),  1843.     Ab    and  3I    alt. 

97Q  ...  cm. 

M  I  w  The  Spirit's  Influences  desired. — Acts  x.  44. 

i  Great  Father  of  each  perfect  gift, 
Behold  Thy  servants  wait ; 
With  longing  eyes  and  lifted  hands, 
We  flock  around  Thy  gate. 

2  O  shed  abroad  that  royal  gift, 

Thy  Spirit  from  above, 
To  bless  our  eyes  with  sacred  light, 
And  fire  our  hearts  with  love. 

3  Blest  Earnest  of  eternal  joy, 

Declare  our  sins  forgiven  ; 
And  bear,  with  energy  divine, 

Our  raptured  thoughts  to  Heaven. 

4  Pour  down,  O  God,  those  copious  showers, 

That  earth  its  fruit  may  yield, 
And  change  the  barren  wilderness 
To  Carmel's  flowery  field. 

Rev.  Philip  Doddridge  (1702 — 1 751 1 ,  1755.     Ab.  and  si    alt. 


202  COMFORT   AND    fjGHi*. 

9Qfi  CM- 

fcjQU  "  jTAf  Comforter  ts  come." 

i   My  soul  doth  magnify  the  Lord, 
My  spirit  doth  rejoice 
In  God  my  Saviour,  and  my  God  ; 
I  hear  His  joyful  voice. 

2  Down  from  above  the  blessed  Dove 

Is  come  into  my  breast, 
To  witness  God's  eternal  love : 
This  is  my  heavenly  feast. 

3  My  God,  my  reconciled  God, 

Creator  of  my  peace  : 
Thee  will  I  love,  and  praise,  and  sing. 
Till  life  and  breath  shall  cease. 

Rev.  John  Mason  (         —1694),  1683.     Ab, 

rtQI  6.  6.  4..  6.  6.  6.  4. 

401  "  /  'eni,  Sandle  Spiritus." 

i   Come,  Holy  Ghost,  in  love 
Shed  on  us  from  above 

Thine  own  bright  ray  ! 
Divinely  good  Thou  art  ; 
Thy  sacred  gifts  impart 
To  gladden  each  sad  heart : 

O  come  to-day  ! 

2  Come,  tenderest  Friend,  and  best, 
Our  most  delightful  Guest, 

With  soothing  power : 
Rest,  which  the  weary  know, 
Shade,  'mid  the  noontide  glow, 
Peace,  when  deep  griefs  o'erflow, 

Cheer  us,  this  hour  ! 

3  Come,  Light  serene,  and  still 
Our  inmost  bosoms  fill ; 

Dwell  in  each  breast ; 


THE   INDWKI.WNG   OF   THE   SPIRIT.  203 

We  know  no  dawn  but  Thine ; 
Send  forth  Thy  beams  divine, 
On  our  dark  souls  to  shine, 
And  make  us  blest ! 

4  Come,  all  the  faithful  bless  ; 
Let  all  who  Christ  confess, 

His  praise  employ  : 
Give  virtue's  rich  reward  ; 
Victorious  death  accord, 
And,  with  our  glorious  Lord, 

Eternal  joy  ! 

Hermannus  Contractus?  (1013 — 1054), 

Tr.  by  Rev.  Ray  Palmer  (1808—        ),  1858. 

ftQO  7.61. 

jQy  "Dwell  with  me.' ' 

i  Gracious  Spirit,  dwell  with  me  ; 
I  myself  would  gracious  be, 
And  with  words  that  help  and  heal 
Would  Thy  life  in  mine  reveal, 
And  with  aclions  bold  and  meek 
Would  for  Christ  my  Saviour  speak. 

2  Truthful  Spirit,  dwell  with  me ; 
I  myself  would  truthful  be, 
And  with  wisdom  kind  and  clear 
Let  Thy  life  in  mine  appear, 
And  with  aclions  brotherly 
Speak  my  Lord's  sincerity. 

3  Tender  Spirit,  dwell  with  me  ; 
I  myself  would  tender  be, 
Shut  my  heart  up  like  a  flower 
At  temptation's  darksome  hour, 
Open  it  when  shines  the  sun, 
And  His  love  by  fragrance  own. 


204  INDWEWJNG. 

4  Silent  Spirit,  dwell  with  me  ; 
I  myself  would  quiet  be, 
Quiet  as  the  growing  blade 

Which  through  earth  its  way  has  made ; 
Silently,  like  morning  light, 
Putting  mists  and  chills  to  flight. 

5  Mighty  Spirit,  dwell  with  me  ; 
I  myself  would  mighty  be, 
Mighty  so  as  to  prevail 
Where  unaided  man  must  fail, 
Ever  by  a  mighty  hope 
Pressing  on,  and  bearing  up. 

6  Holy  Spirit,  dwell  with  me ; 
I  myself  would  holy  be  ; 
Separate  from  sin,  I  would 
Choose  and  cherish  all  things  good, 
And  what  ever  I  can  be 

Give  to  Him,  who  gave  me  Thee ! 

Rev.  Thomas  Toke  Lynch  (1818 — 1871),  1850. 

9QO  CM. 

^QQ  "  Thy  Spirit  in  our  Heart." 

i  Enthroned  on  high,  Almighty  Lord, 
Thy  Holy  Ghost  send  down ; 
Fulfil  in  us  Thy  faithful  word, 
And  all  Thy  mercies  crown. 

2  Though  on  our  heads  no  tongues  of  fire 

Their  wondrous  powers  impart, 
Grant,  Saviour,  what  we  more  desire, 
Thy  Spirit  in  our  heart. 

3  Spirit  of  life,  and  light,  and  love, 

Thy  heavenly  influence  give  ; 
Quicken  our  souls,  born  from  above 
In  Christ  that  we  may  live. 


INDWELLING.  205 

4  To  our  benighted  minds  reveal 

The  glories  of  His  grace, 
And  bring  us  where  no  clouds  conceal 
The  brightness  of  His  face. 

5  His  love  within  us  shed  abroad, 

Life's  ever-springing  well  : 
Till  God  in  us,  and  we  in  God, 
In  love  eternal  dwell. 

Rev.  Thomas  Haweis  '1752 — 1820),  1792. 


8.  7.  7.  7.  8.  8. 
O  du  allersiiss ' te  Freudc. 


284 

1  Holv  Ghost,  dispel  our  sadness, 

Pierce  the  clouds  of  sinful  night ; 
Come,  Thou  Source  of  sweetest  gladness. 

Breathe  Thy  life  and  spread  Thy  light ; 
Loving  vSpirit,  God  of  peace, 
Great  Distributer  of  grace. 

Rest  upon  this  congregation  ; 

Hear,  O  hear,  our  supplication. 

2  From  that  height  which  knows  no  measure, 

As  a  gracious  shower,  descend, 
Bringing  down  the  richest  treasure 

Man  can  wish,  or  God  can  send. 
O  Thou  Glory  shining  down 
From  the  Father  and  the  Son. 

Grant  us  Thy  illumination  ; 

Rest  on  all  this  congregation. 

3  Come,  Thou  best  of  all  donations 

God  can  give,  or  we  implore  : 
Having  Thy  sweet  consolations, 
We  need  wish  for  nothing  more  . 


206  LIGHT,    COMFORT   AND    MERCY. 

Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 
Now,  descending  from  above, 

Rest  on  all  this  congregation  ; 

Make  our  hearts  Thy  habitation. 

Rev,  Paul  Gerhardt  (1606 — 1676),  1653.     Ab. 
Tr.  by  Rev.  Augustus  Montague  Toplady  (1740 — 1778),  1776.     Ab. 

flflC  .      7.31. 

illQO  "  Veni,  Sancle  Spiriius." 

i  Holy  Spirit,  Lord  of  Light, 
From  Thy  clear  celestial  height, 
Thy  pure  beaming  radiance  give. 

2  Come,  Thou  Father  of  the  poor, 
Come,  with  treasures  which  endure, 

Come,  Thou  Light  of  all  that  live. 

3  Thou,  of  all  consolers  best, 
Visiting  the  troubled  breast,    . 

Dost  refreshing  peace  bestow. 

4  Thou  in  toil  art  comfort  sweet, 
Pleasant  coolness  in  the  heat, 

Solace  in  the  midst  of  woe. 

5  If  Thou  take  Thy  grace  away, 
Nothing  pure  in  man  will  stay  ; 

All  his  good  is  turned  to  ill. 

6  Heal  our  wounds,  our  strength  renew 
On  our  dryness  pour  Thy  dew  ; 

Wash  the  stains  of  guilt  away. 

7  Bend  the  stubborn  heart  and  will, 
Melt  the  frozen,  warm  the  chill ; 

Guide  the  steps  that  go  astray. 

8  Thou,  on  those  who  evermore 
Thee  confess  and  Thee  adore, 

In  Thy  sevenfold  gifts  descend. 


GOD'S   WORD.  207 

9  Give  them  comfort  when  the}-  die, 
Give  them  life  with  Thee  on  high  ; 
Give  them  joys  that  never  end. 

Hermanmis  Contractus  ?  (1013 — 1054), 
Tr.  by  Rev.  Edward  Caswall  (1814-1878),  1849.     A^>- 

«Q£  7.31. 

&QO  Pleading/or  Mercy. 

i   Lord,  in  this  Thy  mercy's  day, 
Ere  from  us  it  pass  away, 
On  our  knees  we  fall  and  pray. 

2  Holy  Jesus,  grant  us  tears, 

Fill  us  with  heart-searching  fears, 
Ere  that  day  of  doom  appears. 

3  Lord,  on  us  Thy  Spirit  pour, 
Kneeling  lowly  at  the  door, 
Ere  it  close  for  evermore. 

4  By  Thy  night  of  agony, 
By  Thy  supplicating  cry, 
By  Thy  willingness  to  die, 

5  By  Thy  tears  of  bitter  woe 
For  Jerusalem  below. 

Let  us  not  Thy  love  forego. 

6  Judge  and  Saviour  of  our  race, 
Grant  us,  when  we  see  Thy  face, 
With  Thy  ransomed  ones  a  place. 

Rev.  Isaac  Williams,  (1802 — 1&65;,  1844.     Ab 


C  M. 

'  Glory 

Ps.  cxix.  130.     2  Cor.  iv.  4. 


rtQP7  "  ^ie  Light  and  Glory  of  the  Word. 


A  glory  gilds  the  sacred  page, 

Majestic,  like  the  sun  ; 
It  gives  a  light  to  every  age, 

It  gives,  but  borrows  none. 
The  hand,  that  gave  it,  still  supplies 

The  gracious  light  and  heat ; 


208  god's  word. 

Its  truths  upon  the  nations  rise, 
They  rise,  but  never  set. 

3  L,et  everlasting  thanks  be  Thine, 

For  such  a  bright  display, 
As  makes  a  world  of  darkness  shine 
With  beams  of  heavenly  day. 

4  My  soul  rejoices  to  pursue 

The  steps  of  Him  I  love, 
Till  glory  breaks  upon  my  view, 
In  brighter  worlds  above. 

William  Cowper  (1731  — 1800),  1779.     Ab, 

*QQ  C.  M. 

iUQQ     A  Lamp,  and  a  Light. — Ps.  cxix.  105.     2  Tim.  iii.  if'. 

i   How  precious  is  the  Book  divine, 

By  inspiration  given : 
Bright  as  a  lamp  its  doctrines  shine, 

To  guide  our  souls  to  Heaven. 
Its  light,  descending  from  above, 

Our  gloomy  world  to  cheer, 
Displays  a  Saviour's  boundless  love, 

And  brings  His  glories  near. 

3  It  shows  to  man  his  wandering  ways, 

And  where  his  feet  have  trod  ; 
And  brings  to  view  the  matchless  grace 
Of  a  forgiving  God. 

4  It  sweetly  cheers  our  drooping  hearts, 

In  this  dark  vale  of  tears ; 
Life,  light,  and  joy  it  still  imparts, 
And  quells  our  rising  fears. 

5  This  lamp,  thro'  all  the  tedious  night 

Of  life,  shall  guide  our  way, 
Till  we  behold  the  clearer  light 
Of  an  eternal  day. 

Rev.  John  Fawcett  (1739—1817),  1782      Ab 


god's  word.  209 

falUw  7^*  Scriptures  our  only  Help  and  Guide. 

i  Laden  with  guilt,  and  full  of  fears, 
I  fly  to  Thee,  my  Lord ; 
And  not  a  glimpse  of  hope  appears, 
But  in  Thy  written  word. 

2  This  is  the  field  w7here  hidden  lies 

The  pearl  of  price  unknown  : 
That  merchant  is  divinely  wise, 
Who  makes  the  pearl  his  own. 

3  This  is  the  judge  that  ends  the  strife, 

Where  wit  and  reason  fail ; 
My  guide  to  everlasting  life, 
Through  all  this  gloomy  vale. 

4  O  may  Thy  counsels,  mighty  God, 

My  roving  feet  command  ; 
Nor  I  forsake  the  happy  road, 
That  leads  to  Thy  right  hand. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts  (1674 — 1748),  1709.     A\x 
<J  <J  V  "  Holy  Bible,  Book  Divine  ' ' 

i   Holy  Bible,  book  divine, 

Precious  treasure,  thou  art  mine  ; 
Mine  to  tell  me  wrhence  I  came, 
Mine  to  teach  me  what  I  am. 

2  Mine  to  chide  me  when  I  rove, 
Mine  to  show  a  Saviour's  love ; 
Mine  art  thou  to  guide  my  feet, 
Mine  to  judge,  condemn,  acquit. 

3  Mine  to  comfort  in  distress, 
If  the  Holy  Spirit  bless ; 
Mine  to  show  by  living  faith 
Man  can  triumph  over  death. 


2IO  COD'S   WORD. 

4  Mine  to  tell  of  joys  to  come, 
Light  and  life  beyond  the  tomb  ; 
Holy  Bible,  book  divine, 
Precious  treasure,  thou  art  mine. 

John  Burton  (1773— 1822),  1805.     A!*. 
hJw/X  "  Walte,  ivalte  nah  und  fern." 

i  Spread,  O  spread,  thou  mighty  Word, 
Spread  the  kingdom  of  the  Lord, 
Wheresoe'er  His  breath  has  given 
Life  to  beings  meant  for  Heaven. 

2  Tell  them  how  the  Father's  will 
Made  the  world,  and  keeps  it  still ; 
How  He  sent  His  Son  to  save 

All  who  help  and  comfort  crave. 

3  Word  of  life,  most  pure  and  strong, 
Lo,  for  Thee  the  nations  long  : 
Spread,  till  from  its  dreary  night 
All  the  world  awakes  to  light. 

4  Lord  of  harvest,  let  there  be 

Joy  and  strength  to  work  for  Thee : 

Let  the  nations,  far  and  near, 

See  Thy  light,  and  learn  Thy  fear. 

Rev.  Jonathan  Frederic  Bahnmaier  (1774 — 1841),  1823. 
Tr.  by  Miss  Catherine  Winkworth  (1829— 1878),  1858.     Ab. 

*Q«  7.  6.  D. 

£yj&  "O  Word  of  Cod  incarnate." 

i  O  Word  of  God  incarnate, 

O  Wisdom  from  on  high, 
O  Truth  unchanged,  unchanging, 

O  Light  of  our  dark  sky ; 
We  praise  Thee  for  the  radiance 

That  from  the  hallowed  page, 
A  lantern  to  our  footsteps, 

Shines  on  from  age  to  age. 


COD'S    WORD.  211 

The  Church  from  Thee,  her  Master, 

Received  the  gift  divine  ; 
And  still  that  light  she  lifteth 

O'er  all  the  earth  to  shine. 
It  is  the  golden  casket 

Where  gems  of  truth  are  stored ; 
It  is  the  Heaven-drawn  picture 

Of  Thee,  the  living  Word. 

It  floateth  like  a  banner 

Before  God's  host  unfurled; 
It  shineth  like  a  beacon 

Above  the  darkling  world  ; 
It  is  the  chart  and  compass, 

That  o'er  life's  surging  sea, 
Mid  mists,  and  rocks,  and  quicksands, 

Still  guide,  O  Christ,  to  Thee. 

O  make  Thy  Church,  dear  Saviour, 

A  lamp  of  burnished  gold, 
To  bear  before  the  nations 

Thy  true  light,  as  of  old. 
O  teach  Thy  wandering  pilgrims 

By  this  their  path  to  trace, 
Till,  clouds  and  darkness  ended, 

They  see  Thee  face  to  face. 

Bp.  William  Walsham  How  (1823—        ),  1867. 


L.  M. 
The  two  Revelations. 


293 

1  The  heavens  declare  Thy  glory,  Lord, 
In  every  star  Thy  wisdom  shines  ; 
But  when  our  eyes  behold  Thy  Word, 
We  read  Thy  Name  in  fairer  lines. 


212  GOD'S   WORD. 

2  The  rolling  sun,  the  changing  light, 

And  nights  and  days,  Thy  power  confess, 
But  the  blest  volume  Thou  hast  writ, 
Reveals  Thy  justice  and  Thy  grace. 

3  Sun,  moon,  and  stars,  convey  Thy  praise 

Round  the  whole  earth,  and  never  stand: 
So  when  Thy  truth  began  its  race, 

It  touched  and  glanced  on  every  land. 

4  Nor  shall  Thy  spreading  gospel  rest, 

Till  thro'  the  world  Thy  truth  has  run  ; 
Till  Christ  has  all  the  nations  blessed 
That  see  the  light,  and  feel  the  sun. 

5  Great  Sun  of  Righteousness,  arise, 

Bless  the  dark  world   with   heavenly 
light ; 
Thy  gospel  makes  the  simple  wise, 
Thy  laws  are  pure, Thy  judgments  right. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts  (1674 — 1748),  1719.     Ab. 

OOA.  L- M- 

6d\J±  "God's  Word  our  Guide.' 

i  God,  in  the  gospel  of  His  Son, 
Makes  His  eternal  counsels  known  : 
Where  love  in  all  its  glory  shines, 
And  truth  is  drawn  in  fairest  lines. 

2  Here  sinners,  of  a  humble  frame, 

May  taste  His  grace,  and  learn  His  Name  ; 
May  read,  in  characters  of  blood, 
The  wisdom,  power,  and  grace  of  God. 

3  Here  faith  reveals  to  mortal  eyes 

A  brighter  world  beyond  the  skies  ; 
Here  shines  the  light  which  guides  our 

way 
From  earth  to  realms  of  endless  day. 


FREE   GRACE.  213 

4  O  grant  us  grace,  Almighty  Lord, 
To  read  and  mark  Thy  holy  Word  ; 
Its  truth  with  meekness  to  receive, 
And  by  its  holy  precepts  live. 

Rev.  Benjamin  Bedcome  (1717 — 1795),  1787.     Ab.  and  alt. 
Rev.  Thomas  Cotterill  (1779— 1823),  1819.     Ab. 

«Qr  L.  M. 

hA<J\J  Thanks  for  the  Gospel. 

i  LKT  everlasting  glories  crown 

Thy  head,  my  Saviour,  and  my  Lord : 
Thy  hands  have  brought  salvation  down, 
And  writ  the  blessings  in  Thy  Word. 

2  In  vain  the  trembling  conscience  seeks 

Some  solid  ground  to  rest  upon ; 
Wfith  long  despair  the  spirit  breaks, 
Till  we  apply  to  Christ  alone. 

3  How  well  Thy  blessed  truths  agree, 

How  wise  and  holy  Thy  commands  ; 
Thy  promises,  how  firm  they  be, 

How  firm  our  hope  and  comfort  stands  ! 

4  Should  all  the  forms  that  men  devise 

Assault  my  faith  with  treacherous  art, 
I'd  call  them  vanity  and  lies, 

And  bind  the  Gospel  to  my  heart. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts,  1709.     Ab. 
kdjQ  "The  Voice  of  Free  Grace.'' 

1  The  voice  of  free  grace  cries,  Escape  to 
the  mountain ; 

For  Adam's  lost  race,  Christ  has  opened 
a  fountain ; 

For  sin,  and  uncleanness,  and  every  trans- 
gression, 


214  FREE   GRACE. 

His  blood  flows  most  freely,  in  streams 

of  salvation, 
His  blood  flows  most  freely,  in  streams 

of  salvation. 

Hallelujah  to  the  Lamb,  who  hath  pur- 
chased our  pardon, 

We'll  praise  Him  again,  when  we  pass 
over  Jordan, 

We'll  praise  Him  again,  when  we  pass 
over  Jordan. 

2  Ye  souls  that  are  wounded,  O  flee  to  the 

Saviour ; 
He  calls  you  in  mercy,  'tis  infinite  favor ; 
Your   sins   are   increased   as   high    as   a 
mountain, 
|| :  His  blood  can  remove  them,  it  flows  from 
the  fountain.  :|| 

Hallelujah,  &c. 

3  With  joy  shall  we  stand,  when  escaped 

to  the  shore ; 
With  harps  in  our  hands,  we  will  praise 

Him  the  more ; 
We'll  range  the  sweet  plains  on  the  banks 

of  the  river, 
1 1 :  And  sing  of  salvation  for  ever  and  ever.  :  1 1 

Hallelujah,  &c. 

Rev.  Richard  Burdsall  (1735 — 1824),  1796.     Ab.  and  alt 


9Q7  12. 

tJ\J  I  "  The  merciful  Sa?/wur." 

i  O  come  to  the  merciful  Saviour  that  calls 
you, 


THK   GOSPEL   TRUMPET.  215 

O  come  to  the  Lord  who  forgives  and 

forgets  ; 
Though  dark  be  the  fortune  on  earth  that 

befalls  you, 
|| :  There's  a  bright  home  above,  where  the 

sun  never  sets.  :|| 

Hallelujah  to  the  Lamb,  who  hath  pur- 
chased our  pardon. 

We'll  praise  Him  again,  when  we  pass 
over  Jordan, 

We'll  praise  Him  again,  when  we  pas? 
over  Jordan. 

2  O  come  then  to  Jesus,  whose  arms  are  ex 

tended 
To  fold  His  dear  children  in  closest  em 

brace. 
O  come,   for  your  exile  will  shortly    be 

ended, 
|| :  And  Jesus  will  show  you  His  beautiful 

face.  :|| 

Hallelujah,  &c. 

3  Then  come  to  the  Saviour,  whose  mercy 

grows  brighter 
The  longer  you  look  at  the  depths  of 

His  love  ; 
And  fear  not,  'tis  Jesus,  and  life's  cares 

grow  lighter 
|| :  As  you  think   of  the   home   and    the 

glory  above.  :|| 

Hallelujah,  &c. 

Re.    Frederick  William  Faber  (1814—1863),  1849      Ab. 


2l6  THE   GOSPEL  TRUMPET. 

00Q  HM 

*J v?W  "  The  Year  of  Jubilee  is  come." 

i  Blow  ye  the  trumpet,  blow 
The  gladly  solemn  sound  ; 
Let  all  the  nations  know, 
To  earth's  remotest  bound, 
|| :  The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  ;  :|| 
Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home 

2  Jesus,  our  great  High-Priest, 

Hath  full  atonement  made  ; 
Ye  weary  spirits,  rest, 

Ye  mournful  souls,  be  glad  : 
|| :  The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  ;  :|| 
Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home. 

3  Extol  the  Lamb  of  God, 

The  all-atoning  Lamb ; 
Redemption  in  His  blood 

Throughout  the  world  proclaim  : 
|| :  The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  ;  :|| 
Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home. 

4  Ye,  who  have  sold  for  naught 

Your  heritage  above, 
Shall  have  it  back  unbought, 

The  gift  of  Jesus'  love : 
|| :  The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  ;  :|| 
Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home. 

5  The  Gospel  trumpet  hear, 

The  news  of  heavenly  grace ; 
And,  saved  from  earth,  appear 

Before  your  Saviour's  face  : 
|| :  The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  ;  :|| 
Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home. 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley  (1708—1788),  1750.     Ab 


299 


SINNERS    INVITED.  217 

7.  61. 
'Let  him  come  unto  Me." — John  vii.  37. 

i   From  the  cross  uplifted  high. 
Where  the  Saviour  deigns  to  die, 
What  melodious  sounds  I  hear, 
Bursting  on  my  ravished  ear  ; 
11  Love's  redeeming  work  is  done, 
Come  and  welcome,  sinner,  come.'5 

2  ' ( Sprinkled  now  with  blood  the  throne  ; 
Why  beneath  thy  burdens  groan  ? 
On  My  pierced  body  laid, 
Justice  owns  the  ransom  paid : 
Bow  the  knee,  and  kiss  the  Son, 
Come  and  welcome,  sinner,  come. 

)  "Spread  for  thee,  the  festal  board 
See  with  richest  dainties  stored  ; 
To  thy  Father's  bosom  prest, 
Yet  again  a  child  confest, 
Never  from  His  house  to  roam  ; 
Come  and  welcome,  sinner,  come. 

I  "Soon  the  days  of  life  shall  end ; 
Lo  !  I  come,  your  Saviour,  Friend, 
Safe  your  spirits  to  convey 
To  the  realms  of  endless  day, 
Up  to  My  eternal  home : 
Come  and  welcome,  sinner,  come." 

Rev.  Thomas  Haweis  (1723 — 1820),  1792 


OAfl  7.6.  D. 

WWW  Standing  at  the  Door. 

i  O  Jesus,  Thou  art  standing 
Outside  the  fast-closed  door, 
In  lowly  patience  waiting 
To  pass  the  threshold  o'er : 


2l8  GOD'S   GREAT   MERCY. 

Shame  on  us,  Christian  brethren, 
His  Name  and  sign  who  bear, 

O  shame,  thriec  shame  upon  us, 
To  keep  Him  standing  there  ! 

2  O  Jesus,  Thou  art  knocking : 

And  lo,  that  hand  is  scarred, 
And  thorns  Thy  brow  encircle, 

And  tears  Thy  face  have  marred. 
O  love  that  passeth  knowledge, 

So  patiently  to  wait ! 
O  sin  that  hath  no  equal,    ' 

So  fast  to  bar  the  gate  ! 

3  O  Jesus,  Thou  art  pleading 

In  accents  meek  and  low, 
"  I  died  for  you,  My  children, 

And  will  ye  treat  Me  so  ?  " 
O  Lord,  with  shame  and  sorrow 

We  open  now  the  door : 
Dear  Saviour,  enter,  enter, 

And  leave  us  never  more. 

Bp.  William  Walsham  How  (1823—         ),  1854 

OA1  8.  7.  D. 

JVl  Come  to  Jesus. 

i  There's  a  wideness  in  God's  mercy, 

Like  the  wideness  of  the  sea : 
There's  a  kindness  in  His  justice, 

Which  is  more  than  liberty. 
There  is  welcome  for  the  sinner, 

And  more  graces  for  the  good ; 
There  is  mercy  with  the  Saviour ; 

There  is  healing  in  His  blood. 

2  There  is  plentiful  redemption 

In  the  blood  that  has  been  shed ; 


GOD'S   GREAT    MERCY.  219 

There  is  joy  for  all  the  members 
In  the  sorrows  of  the  Head. 

If  our  love  were  but  more  simple, 
We  should  take  Him  at  His  word  ; 

And  our  lives  would  be  all  sunshine 
In  the  sweetness  of  our  Lord. 

Rev.  Frederick  William  Faber  C1814 — 1863),  1849.     Ab. 


302 

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8.  7.  D. 
"In  Everything  by  Prayer." — Phil.  iv.  6. 

What  a  Friend  we  have  in  Jesus. 

All  our  sins  and  griefs  to  bear ! 
What  a  privilege  to  carry 

Everything  to  God  in  prayer ! 
O  what  peace  we  often  forfeit, 

O  what  needless  pain  we  bear, 
All  because  we  do  not  carry 

Everything  to  God  in  prayer  ! 
Have  we  trials  and  temptations? 

Is  there  trouble- anywhere? 
We  should  never  be  discouraged — 

Take  it  to  the  Lord  in  prayer. 
Can  we  find  a  friend  so  faithful, 

Who  will  all  our  sorrows  share  ? 
Jesus  knows  our  every  weakness  : 

Take  it  to  the  Lord  in  prayer. 
Are  we  weak  and  heavy  laden. 

Cumbered  with  a  load  of  care  ? 
Precious  Saviour,  still  our  refuge  ! 

Take  it  to  the  Lord  in  prayer. 
Do  thy  friends  despise,  forsake  thee? 

Take  it  to  the  Lord  in  prayer ; 
In  His  arms  He'll  take  and  shield  thee 

Thou  wilt  find  a  solace  there. 

Rev   Horatius  Bonar  it- 


220  THE  SORROWFUL,   INVITED. 

OAQ  11.10. 

JvJ  "  Come,  ye  disconsolate." 

i  Come,  ye  disconsolate,  where'er  ye  lan- 
guish, 
Come  to  the  merey-seat,  fervently  kneel; 
Here   bring  your  wounded  hearts,  here 
tell  your  anguish, 
Karth  has  no  sorrows  that  Heaven  can- 
not heal. 

2  Joy  of  the  desolate,  Light  of  the  straying, 

Hope  of  the  penitent,  fadeless  and  pure  ; 
Here  speaks  the  Comforter,  tenderly  say- 
ing, 
Karth  has  no  sorrows  that  Heaven  can- 
not cure. 

3  Here  see  the  Bread  of  Life,  see  waters 

flowing 
Forth   from  the  throne  of  God,  pure 

from  above ; 
Come  to  the  feast  prepared,  come,  ever 

knowing 
Earth  has  no  sorrows  but  Heaven  can 

remove. 

Thomas  Moore  (1779 — 1852),  1816.     Vs.  1,  2.  Alt. 
Thomas  Hastings  (1784 — 1872),  .     V.  3. 


JVT  Christ  giving  Rest. 

i   Come    unto   me,  when   shadows  darkly 

gather, 

When  the  sad  heart  is  weary  and  distrest, 

Seeking  for  comfort  from  your  heavenly 

Father, 

Come  unto  me,  and  I  will  give  you  rest. 


SALVATION    FREE.  221 

2  Large  are  the  mansions  in  thy  Father's 

dwelling,  [dim, 

Glad  are  the  homes  that  sorrows  never 

Sweet  are  the  harps  in  holy  music  swelling, 

Soft   are    the    tones   which    raise    the 

heavenly  hymn. 

3  There,    like    an    Eden     blossoming     in 

gladness,  [rudely  pressed  ; 

Bloom  the  fair  flowers   the  earth   too 

Come   unto   me   all    ye   who    droop    in 

sadness, 
Come  unto  me,  and  I  will  give  you  rest. 

Unknown  Author,  1854.     Ab. 

OAT  8.7.4. 

WvW  "  Come,  and  welcome.' ' 

i  Come,  ye  sinners,  poor  and  wretched, 
Weak  and  wounded,  sick  and  sore : 

Jesus  ready  stands  to  save  you, 
Full  of  pity,  joined  with  power: 

He  is  able,  He  is  able, 

|| :  He  is  willing,  doubt  no  more.  :|| 

2  Let  not  conscience  make  you  linger, 

Nor  of  fitness  fondly  dream  ; 
All  the  fitness  He  requireth 

Is  to  feel  your  need  of  Him  : 
This  He  gives  you,  this  He  gives  you; 
|| :  'Tis  the  Spirit's  rising  beam.  :|| 

3  Come,  ye  weary,  heavy-laden, 

Bruised  and  mangled  by  the  fall ; 
If  you  tarry  till  you're  better, 

You  will  never  come  at  all : 
Not  the  righteous,  Not  the  righteous, 
|| :  Sinners,  Jesus  came  to  call.  :|| 


222  SALVATION    FRKK. 

4  IyO,  th'  incarnate  God,  ascended, 
Pleads  the  merit  of  His  blood  : 
Venture  on  Him,  venture  wholly, 
Let  no  other  trust  intrude  ; 

None  but  Jesus,  None  but  Jesus 
|| :  Can  do  helpless  sinners  good.  :|| 

Rev.  Joseph  Hart  (1712 — 1718),  1759.     Ab. 


QA£  8.  5.  S.  3. 

JylJ  KOTTOV  T€   KOLl    KOLfiaTOl'. 

1  Art  thou  weary,  art  thou  languid, 

Art  thou  sore  distrest  ? 
"Come  to  me,"  saith  One,  "and  coming 
Be  at  rest ! ' ' 

2  Hath  He  marks  to  lead  me  to  Him, 

If  He  be  my  Guide  ? 
' '  In  His  feet  and  hands  are  wound-prints, 
And  His  side." 

3  Is  there  diadem,  as  Monarch, 

That  His  brow  adorns  ? 
"Yea,  a  crown  in  very  surety, 
But  of  thorns." 

4  If  I  still  hold  closely  to  Him, 

What  hath  He  at  last  ? 
"Sorrow  vanquished,  labor  ended, 
Jordan  past." 

5  If  I  ask  Him  to  receive  me, 

Will  He  say  me  nay? 
"Not  till  earth,  and  not  till  Heaven 
Pass  away." 

Stephen  of  St.  Sabas  [725 — 794), 
Tr.  by  Rev.  John  Mason  Neale  (1818— 1866),  1862.     Ab. 


307 


303 


HEAUXC,    AND    REST.  223 

S.  M. 

\)id  the  Spirit  and  the  Bride  say,  Come.'* 

Rev.  x\ii.  17--20. 

The  Spirit,  in  our  hearts. 

Is  whispering,  "Sinner,  come;*' 
The  Bride,  the  Church  of  Christ,  pro- 
claims 

To  all  His  children,  "Come.'' 
Let  him  that  heareth,  say 

To  all  about  him,  "  Come  ;  *' 
Let  him  that  thirsts  for  righteousness, 

To  Christ,  the  Fountain,  come. 
Yes,  whosoever  will, 

O  let  him  freely  come, 
And  freely  drink  the  stream  of  life  : 

'Tis  Jesus  bids  him  come. 
Lo,  Jesus,  who  invites, 

Declares,  "  I  quickly  come  ;  " 
Lord,  even  so  ;  I  wait  Thine  hour  ; 

Jesus,  my  Saviour,  come. 

Bp.  Henry  Ustick  Onderdonk  (1789 — 1858J,  1826 

S.  M. 

The  Gospel  Trumpet. 

Ye  trembling  captives,  hear  ; 

The  gospel-trumpet  sounds  ; 
Xo  music  more  can  charm  the  ear, 

Or  heal  your  heart-felt  wounds. 
'Tis  not  the  trump  of  war, 

Nor  Sinai's  awful  roar; 
Salvation's  news  is  spread  afar, 

And  vengeance  is  no  more. 
Forgiveness,  love,  and  peace, 

Glad  Heaven  aloud  proclaims  ; 
And  earth  the  jubilee's  release 

With  eager  rapture  claims. 


224  RECLAIMING    CRACK. 

4  Far,  far  to  distant  lands 

The  saving  news  shall  spread  ; 
And  Jesus  all  His  willing  bands 
In  glorious  triumph  lead. 

Samuel  Boyce  (  ),  1801.     SI.  alt. 

309  "  Behold  the  A  r'k  of  God. ' ' 

i   O  CEASE,  my  wandering  soul, 
On  restless  wing  to  roam  ; 
All  the  wide  world,  to  either  pole, 
Has  not  for  thee  a  home. 

2  Behold  the  Ark  of  God, 

Behold  the  open  door  ; 
Hasten  to  gain  that  dear  abode, 
And  rove,  my  soul,  no  more. 

3  There,  safe  thou  shalt  abide, 

There,  sweet  shall  be  thy  rest, 
And  every  longing  satisfied, 
With  full  salvation  blest. 

Rev.  William  Augustus  Muhlenberg  (1796 — 1877),  1826.     Ab. 

Q1  A  LM 

^lV  "Return!" — Jer.  xxxi.  i£ — 20. 

i  Return,  O  wanderer,  return, 

And  seek  thine  injured  Father's  face  ; 
Those  new  desires  that  in  thee  burn, 
Were  kindled  by  reclaiming  grace. 

2  Return,  O  wanderer,  return, 

And  seek  a  Father's  melting  heart ; 
Whose  pitying  eyes  thy  grief  discern, 
Whose  hand  can  heal  thine  inward  smart. 

3  Return,  O  wanderer,  return, 

He  heard  thy  deep  repentant  sigh, 
He  saw  thy  softened  spirit  mourn, 
When  no  intruding  ear  was  nigh. 


RECLAIMING   GRACE.  225 

Return.  O  wanderer,  return. 

Thy  Saviour  bids  thy  spirit  live ; 
Go  to  His  bleeding  feet,  and  learn 

How  freely  Jesus  can  forgive. 
Return,  O  wanderer,  return. 

And  wipe  away  the  falling  tear ; 
'Tis  God  who  says.  s '  Xo  longer  mourn,' ' 

"Tis  mercy's  voice  invites  thee  near. 

Rev.  William  Bengo  Collyer  11782 — 1854),  1812.     Ab. 


311 


L.  M. 
Christ  knocking;  at  the  Door. — Cant.  v.  2.  Rev.  iii.  20. 

i   Behold,  a  Stranger  at  the  door: 
He  gently  knocks,  has  knocked  before  ; 
Has  waited  long,  is  waiting  still  : 
You  treat  no  other  friend  so  ill. 

2  O  lovely  attitude  !  He  stands 

With  melting  heart,  and  laden  hands : 

0  matchless  kindness  !  and  He  shows 
This  matchless  kindness  to  His  foes. 

3  Rise,  touched  with  gratitude  divine; 
Turn  out  His  enemy  and  thine, 
That  soul-destroying  monster.  Sin  ; 
And  let  the  heavenly  Stranger  in. 

4  Admit  Him.  for  the  human  breast 
Xe'er  entertained  so  kind  a  guest : 
Admit  Him,  ere  His  anger  burn ; 
His  feet,  departed,  ne'er  return  ! 

Rev.  Joseph  Grigg  (        — 1768;,  1765.     Ab.  and  alt 

qiO  L.  M. 

yjXhi  "Jam  auctor  clementicr." 

I  Of  Him  who  did  salvation  bring, 

1  could  forever  think  and  sing  ; 
Arise,  ye  needy,  He'll  relieve  , 
Arise,  ye  guilty.  He'll  forgive. 


226  THE   GRACIOUS   CAIX. 

2  Ask  but  His  grace,  and  lo,  'tis  given  ; 
Ask,  and  He  turns  your  hell  to  Heaven : 
Though  sin  and  sorrow  wound  my  soul, 
Jesus,  Thy  balm  will  make  it  whole. 

3  To  shame  our  sins,  He  blushed  in  blood  ; 
He  closed  His  eyes  to  show  us  God : 
Let  all  the  world  fall  down  and  know, 
That  none  but  God  such  love  can  show. 

4  'Tis  Thee  I  love,  for  Thee  alone 

I  shed  my  tears,  and  make  my  moan  ; 
Where'er  I  am,  where'er  I  move, 
I  meet  the  object  of  my  love. 

5  Insatiate,  to  this  spring  I  fly  ; 
I  drink,  and  yet  am  ever  dry  : 

Ah,  who  against  Thy  charms  is  proof? 
Ah,  who  that  loves  can  love  enough? 

Bernard  of  Clairvaux  (1091— 1 153),  1 140. 
Tr.  by  Rev.  Anthony  Wilhelm  Boehm  (1673 — .£722),  1712.     Alt. 

WJiW  "The gracious  Call." — Matt.  xi.  28 — 30. 

i  Come,  said  Jesus'  sacred  voice, 

Come,  and  make  My  path  your  choice  ; 
I  will  guide  you  to  your  home, 
Weary  pilgrim,  hither  come. 

2  Thou  who,  houseless,  sole,  forlorn, 
Long  hast  borne  the  proud  world's  scorn, 
Long  hast  roamed  the  barren  waste, 
Weary  pilgrim,  hither  haste. 

3  Ye  who,  tossed  on  beds  of  pain, 
Seek  for  ease,  but  seek  in  vain  ; 
Ye,  by  fiercer  anguish  torn, 

In  remorse  for  guilt  who  mourn  ; 


PENITENCE.  227 

j.  Hither  come,  for  here  is  found 
Balm  that  flows  for  every  wound, 
Peace  that  ever  shall  endure, 
Rest  eternal,  sacred,  sure. 

Mrv  Anna  Laetitia  Barbauld  1  1743 — 18251,  1825.     Ab.  and  .'it. 


314 


S.  M. 
The  Issues  of  Life  and  Death. 


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O  where  shall  rest  be  found. 

Rest  for  the  weary  soul  ? 
'Twere  vain  the  ocean-depths  to  sound, 

Or  pierce  to  either  pole.- 
The  world  can  never  give 

The  bliss  for  which  we  sigh  ; 
'Tis  not  the  whole  of  life  to  live, 

Xor  all  of  death  to  die. 
Beyond  this  vale  of  tears 

There  is  a  life  above, 
Unmeasured  by  the  flight  of  years  ; 

And  all  that  life  is  love. 

4  There  is  a  death,  whose  pang 

Outlasts  the  fleeting  breath  : 
O  what  eternal  horrors  hang 
Around  the  second  death  ! 

5  Lord  God  of  truth  and  grace, 

Teach  us  that  death  to  shun, 
Lest  we  be  banished  from  Thy  face, 
And  evermore  undone. 

James  Montgomery'  (1771 — 1854),  1819,  1853.     Ab 
010  "Out  of  the  Depths." — Ps.  cxxx. 

i  Out  of  the  deep  I  call 

To  Thee,  O  Lord,  to  Thee ; 
Before  Thy  throne  of  grace  I  fall, 
Be  merciful  to  me. 


316 


228  PENITENCE. 

2  Out  of  the  deep  I  cry, 

The  woful  deep  of  sin, 
Of  evil  done  in  days  gone  by, 
Of  evil  now  within. 

3  Out  of  the  deep  of  fear, 

And  dread  of  coming  shame, 
From  morning  watch  till  night  is  near 
I  plead  the  precious  Name. 

Rev.  Sir  Henry  Williams  Baker  (1821—1877),  1868.     Ab. 

S.  M. 
Tears  of  Penitence. 

Did  Christ  o'er  sinners  weep, 

And  shall  our  cheeks  be  dry  ? 
Let  floods  of  penitential  grief 

Burst  forth  from  every  eye. 
The  Son  of  God  in  tears 

Angels  with  wonder  see  : 
Be  thou  astonished,  O  my  soul, 

He  shed  those  tears  for  thee. 
He  wept  that  we  might  weep  ; 

Each  sin  demands  a  tear ; 
In  Heaven  alone  no  sin  is  found, 

And  there's  no  weeping  there. 
Then  tender  be  our  hearts, 

Our  eyes  in  sorrow  dim, 
Till  every  tear  from  every  eye 

Is  wiped  away  by  Him. 

Rev.  Bsnjamin  Beddome  (1717 — 1795),  1787.     Vs.  1.  2.  3. 


317 


L.  M. 
The  Prayer  of  the  Publican. — Luke  xviii.  13. 


i  With  broken  heart,  and  contrite  sigh, 
A  trembling  sinner,  Lord,  I  cry  : 
Thy  pardoning  grace  is  rich  and  free ; 
O  God,  be  merciful  to  me. 


PENITENCE.  229 

2  I  smite  upon  my  troubled  breast, 
With  deep  and  conscious  guilt  opprest, 
Christ  and  His  cross  my  only  plea  ; 

O  God,  be  merciful  to  me. 

3  Far  off  I  stand  with  tearful  eyes, 
Xor  dare  uplift  them  to  the  skies  ; 
But  Thou  dost  all  my  anguish  see  ; 
O  God,  be  merciful  to  me. 

4  Xor  alms,  nor  deeds  that  I  have  done, 
Can  for  a  single  sin  atone  ; 

To  Calvary  alone  I  flee  ; 
O  God,  be  merciful  to  me. 

5  And  when,  redeemed  from  sin  and  hell, 
With  all  the  ransomed  throng  I  dwell, 
My  raptured  song  shall  ever  be, 

God  has  been  merciful  to  me. 

Rev.  Cornelius  Elven  (1797 —         ),  1852. 


01  Q  L.  M. 

010  Pleading/or  Pardon— Ps.  li. 

i  Show  pity,  Lord,  O  Lord,  forgive; 
Let  a  repenting  rebel  live  : 
Are  not  Thy  mercies  large  and  free  ? 
May  not  a  sinner  trust  in  Thee  ? 

2  O  wash  my  soul  from  every  sin, 

And  make  my  guilty  conscience  clean ; 
Here  on  my  heart  the  burden  lies, 
And  past  offences  pain  mine  eyes. 

3  My  lips  with  shame  my  sins  confess, 
Against  Thy  law,  against  Thy  grace  ; 
Lord,  should  Thy  judgments  grow  severe, 
I  am  condemned,  but  Thou  art  clear. 


230  CRYING    FOR    MERCY. 

4  Yet  save  a  trembling  sinner,  Lord, 

Whose  hope,  still  hovering  round  Thy 

Word, 
Would  light  on  some  sweet  promise  there, 
Some  sure  support  against  despair. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts  (1674 — 1748),  1719.     Ab. 

0 1  y  " Gott  r'ufet ' noch . ' ' 

i   God  calling  yet !  shall  I  not  hear? 
Earth's  pleasures  shall  I  still  hold  dear? 
Shall  life's  swift  passing  years  all  fly, 
And  still  my  soul  in  slumber  lie  ? 

2  God  calling  yet !  and  shall  He  knock 
And  I  my  heart  the  closer  lock  ? 

He  still  is  waiting  to  receive, 

And  shall  I  dare  His  Spirit  grieve  ? 

3  God  calling  yet !  and  shall  I  give 
No  heed,  but  still  in  bondage  live  ? 
I  wait,  but  He  does  not  forsake ; 
He  calls  me  still ;  my  heart,  awake  ! 

4  God  calling  yet !  I  cannot  stay  ; 
My  heart  I  yield  without  delay  : 
Vain  world,  farewell,  from  thee  I  part ; 
The  voice  of  God  hath  reached  my  heart. 

Gerhard  Tersteegen  (1697 — 1769),  1730. 
Tr.  by  Miss  Jane  Borthwick  (1825 —         ),  1854.     Ab.  and  alt. 

Q90  CM- 

s^iUV  Coming  to  Christ. 

i  Approach,  my  soul,  the  mercy-seat 
Where  Jesus  answers  prayer  ; 
There  humbly  fall  before  His  feet, 
For  none  can  perish  there. 

2  Thy  promise  is  my  only  plea, 
With  this  I  venture  nigh  ; 


321 


CRYING   FOR   MERCY.  231 

Thou  callest  burdened  souls  to  Thee, 

And  such,  O  Lord,  am  I. 
Bowed  down  beneath  a  load  of  sin, 

By  Satan  sorely  prest, 
By  war  without,  and  fears  within, 

I  come  to  Thee  for  rest. 
Be  Thou  my  shield  and  hiding-place, 

That,  sheltered  near  Thy  side, 
I  may  my  fierce  accuser  face, 

And  tell  him,  Thou  hast  died. 
O  wondrous  love,  to  bleed  and  die, 

To  bear  the  cross  and  shame, 
That  guilty  sinners,  such  as  I, 

Might  plead  Thy  gracious  Name. 

Rev.  John  Newton  (1725 — 1807),  1779.     Ab. 

C  M. 

Crying  for  Mercy. 

O  Lord,  turn  not  Thy  face  from  me, 

Who  lie  in  woful  state, 
Lamenting  all  my  sinful  life, 

Before  Thy  mercy-gate  : 
A  gate  that  opens  wide  to  those 

That  do  lament  their  sin  ; 
Shut  not  that  gate  against  me,  Lord, 

But  let  me  enter  in. 
And  call  me  not  to  stricl  account 

How  I  have  sojourned  here; 
For  then  my  guilty  conscience  knows 

How  vile  I  shall  appear. 
Mercy,  good  Lord,  mercy  I  ask  ; 

This  is  my  humble  prayer ; 
For  mercy,  Lord,  is  all  my  suit, 

O  let  Thy  mercy  spare. 

John  Mardley,  1562.     Ab.  and  alt. 


232  CRYING    FOR    MRRCV. 

OnO  C    M. 

Q£A  At  Christ's  Feet. 

i  Prostrate,  dear  Jesus,  at  Thy  feet, 
A  guilty  rebel  lies : 
And  upwards  to  Thy  mercy-seat 
|| :  Presumes  to  lift  his  eyes.  :|| 

2  O  let  not  justice  frown  me  hence  ; 

Stay,  stay  the  vengeful  storm  : 
Forbid  it,  that  Omnipotence 
|| :  Should  crush  a  feeble  worm.  :|| 

3  If  tears  of  sorrow  would  suffice 

To  pay  the  debt  I  owe, 
Tears  should  from  both  my  weeping  eyes 
|| :  In  ceaseless  torrents  flow.  :|| 

4  But  no  such  sacrifice  I  plead 

To  expiate  my  guilt ; 
No  tears  but  those  which  Thou  hast  shed, 
|| :  No  blood  but  Thou  hast  spilt.  :|| 

5  Think  of  Thy  sorrows,  dearest  Lord, 

And  all  my  sins  forgive  ; 
Justice  will  well  approve  the  word, 
|| :  That  bids  the  sinner  live.  :|| 

Rev.  Samuel  Stennett  (1727 — 1795),  1787. 

OrtQ  C.  M. 

0(— )0  "One  only." 

i  When  wounded  sore  the  stricken  soul 
Lies  bleeding  and  unbound, 
One  only  hand,  a  pierced  hand, 
Can  heal  the  sinner's  wound. 

2  When  sorrow  swells  the  laden  breast, 
And  tears  of  anguish  flow, 
One  only  heart,  a  broken  heart, 
Can  feel  the  sinner's  woe. 


REPENTING.  233 

3  When  penitence  has  wept  in  vain 

Over  some  foul  dark  spot. 
One  only  stream,  a  stream  of  blood, 
Can  wash  away  the  blot. 

4  Lift  up  Thy  bleeding  hand,  O  Lord  ; 

Unseal  that  cleansing  tide  ; 
We  have  no  shelter  from  our  sin 
But  in  Thy  wounded  side. 

Mrs.  Cecil  Frances  Alexander  (1823 —         ),  185b.     Ab.  and  si    alt. 


on  a  ,  8.7. 

vV^Ji  " Take  me." 

i   Take  me,  O  my  Father,  take  me, 

Take  me,  save  me,  through  Thy  Son  ; 

That,  which  Thou  wouldst  have  me,  make 

Let  Thy  will  in  me  be  done.  [me, 

2  Long  from  Thee  my  footsteps  straying, 

Thorny  proved  the  way  I  trod  ; 

Weary  come  I  now,  and  praving, 

Take  me  to  Thy  love,  my" God. 

3  Fruitless  years  with  grief  recalling, 

Humblv  I  confess  my  sin  ; 
At  Thy  feet,  O  Father,'  falling, 
To  Thy  household  take  me  in. 

4  Freely  now  to  Thee  I  proffer 

This  relenting  heart  of  mine  : 
Freely,  life  and  soul  I  offer, 
Gift  unworthy  love  like  Thine. 

5  Once  the  world's  Redeemer  dying, 

Bore  our  sins  upon  the  tree ; 
On  that  sacrifice  relying, 

Now  I  look  in  hope  to  Thee : 


234  REPENTING. 

6  Father,  take  me  ;  all  forgiving, 
Fold  me  to  Thy  loving  breast  ; 
In  Thy  love  for  ever  living, 
I  must  be  for  ever  blest. 

Rev.  Ray  Palmer  (1808—        ),  1865. 
JialJ  After  a  Relapse  into  Sin. — Heb.  x    29. 

1  Dkpth  of  mercy,  can  there  be 
Mercy  still  reserved  for  me  ? 
Can  my  God  His  wrath  forbear? 
Me,  the  chief  of  sinners,  spare? 

2  I  have  long  withstood  His  grace, 
Long  provoked  Him  to  His  face ; 
Would  not  hearken  to  His  calls  ; 
Grieved  Him  by  a  thousand  falls. 

3  Kindled  His  relentings  are  ; 
Me  He  now  delights  to  spare ; 
Cries.  "How  shall  I  give  thee  up?" 
Lets  the  lifted  thunder  drop. 

4  There  for  me  the  Saviour  stands, 
Shows    His   wounds,    and    spreads    His 
God  is  Love  :   I  know,  I  feel ;        [hands  ; 
Jesus  weeps,  but  loves  me  still. 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley  (1708— 1788),  1740.     Ab. 
32b  Rest  in  Christ. 

i  Jesus,  full  of  truth  and  love, 
We  Thy  kindest  word  obey : 
Faithful  let  Thy  mercies  prove, 
Take  our  load  of  guilt  away. 
2  Weary  of  this  war  within, 

Weary  of  this  endless  strife, 
Weary  of  ourselves  and  sin, 
Weary  of  a  wretched  life  ; 


AND   RETURNING,  235 

3  Burdened  with  a  world  of  grief, 

Burdened  with  our  sinful  load, 
Burdened  with  this  unbelief, 

Burdened  with  the  wrath  of  God  : 

4  Lo,  we  come  to  Thee  for  ease, 

True  and  gracious  as  Thou  art ; 
Now  our  groaning  soul  release, 
Write  forgiveness  on  our  heart. 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley,  1747.     Ab.  and  alt. 
Rev.  John  Wesley  (1703 — 1791),  1779. 

O9F7  8.7,3.3.7. 

Wtal  1  ilB/ess  me,  even  me  also." — Gen.  xxvii.  34. 

i  Pass  me  not,  O  gracious  Father, 
Sinful  though  my  heart  may  be ; 
Thou  might' st  curse  me,  but  the  rather 
Let  Thy  mercy  light  on  me, 

Even  me,  Even  me, 
Let  Thy  mercy  light  on  me. 

2  Pass  me  not,  O  tender  Saviour, 

Let  me  love  and  cling  to  Thee ; 
I  am  longing  for  Thy  favor ; 
When  Thou  comest,  call  for  me, 
Even  me,  &c. 

3  Pass  me  not,  O  mighty  Spirit, 

Thou  canst  make  the  blind  to  see ; 
Witnesser  of  Jesus'  merit, 

Speak  the  word  of  power  to  me, 
Even  me,  &c. 

4  Love  of  God,  so  pure  and  changeless, 

Blood  of  God,  so  rich  and  free, 
Grace  of  God,  so  strong  and  boundless, 
Magnify  them  all  in  me, 
Even  me,  &c. 

Mrs.  Elizabeth  Codner,  iSfii.     Ab. 


236  JESUS   BEST   AND   DEAREST. 

OrtQ  7.6,8.8.7.7 

i  Jksus,  Name  all  names  above, 

Jesus,  best  and  dearest, 
Jesus,  Fount  of  perfect  love, 

Holiest,  tenderest,  nearest ; 
Jesus,  Source  of  grace  completest, 
Jesus,  purest,  Jesus,  sweetest, 

Jesus,  Well  of  power  divine, 

Make  me,  keep  me,  seal  me  Thine. 

2  Jesus,  open  me  the  gate 

Which  the  sinner  entered, 
Who,  in  his  last  dying  state, 

Wholly  on  Thee  ventured  ; 
Thou,  whose  wounds  are  ever  pleading, 
And  Thy  passion  interceding, 

From  my  misery  let  me  rise 

To  a  home  in  Paradise. 

3  Jesus,  crowned  with  thorns  for  me, 

Scourged  for  my  transgression, 
Witnessing,  through  agony, 

That  Thy  good  confession  ; 
Jesus,  clad  in  purple  raiment, 
For  my  evil  making  payment ; 

Let  not  all  Thy  woe  and  pain, 

Let  not  Calvary,  be  in  vain. 

4  When  I  cross  death's  bitter  sea, 

And  its  waves  roll  higher, 
Help  the  more  forsaking  me 

As  the  storm  draws  nigher ; 
Jesus,  leave  me  not  to  languish, 
Helpless,  hopeless,  full  of  anguish: 


SIN   FORGIVEN'.  237 

Tell  me,  1 1  Verily,  I  say, 

"Thou  shalt  be  with  Me  to-day." 

Theodtistus  of  the  Studium  (       — 890), 
Tr.  by  Rev.  John  Mason  Xeale  (1818— 1866),  1862.     Ab. 

Oa^w  Sin  Forgiven. 

i  Weary  of  earth  and  laden  with  my  sin, 
y^l  look  to  Heaven  and  long  to  enter  in, 
But  there  no  evil  thing  may  find  a  home; 
And  yet  I  hear   a   voice    that  bids    me 
"come." 

2  So  vile  I  am,  how  dare  I  hope  to  stand 
In  the  pure  glory  of  that  holy  land  ? 
Before  the  whiteness  of  that  throne  appear? 
Yet  there  are  hands  stretched  out  to  draw 

me  near ; 

3  It  is  the  voice  of  Jesus  that  I  hear ; 

His  are  the  hands  stretched  out  to  draw 

me  near, 
And  His  the  blood  that  can  for  all  atone, 
And   set  me   faultless   there   before    the 

throne. 

4  'Twas  He  who  found  me  on  the  deathlv 

wild, 

And  made  me  heir  of  Heaven,  the  Fa- 
ther's child, 

And  day  by  day.  whereby  my  soul  may 
live, 

Gives  me  His  grace  of  pardon,  and  will 
give. 

5  Yea,  Thou  wilt  answer  for  me,  Righteous 

Lord  : 
Thine  all  the  merits,  mine  the  great  re- 
ward ; 


238  COMING  TO  JESUS. 

Thine  the  sharp  thorns,   and   mine   the 

golden  crown ; 
Mine  the  life  won,  and  Thine  the  life  laid 

down.  V 

Rev.  Samuel  John  Stone  (1839 —         ),  1865.     Ab. 

OOA  L.  M. 

WWW  "Just  as  I  am." — John  vi.  37. 

1  Just  as  I  am,  without  one  plea 

But  that  Thy  blood  was  shed  for  me, 
And  that  Thou  bidd'st  me  come  to  Thee, 
O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come,  I  come. 

2  Just  as  I  am,  and  waiting  not 
To  rid  my  soul  of  one  dark  blot, 

To  Thee,  whose  blood  can  cleanse  each 
spot, 
O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come. 

3  Just  as  I  am,  though  tossed  about 
With  many  a  conflict,  many  a  doubt, 
With  fears  within,  and  foes  without, 

O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come. 

4  Just  as  I  am,  poor,  wretched,  blind ; 
Sight,  riches,  healing  of  the  mind, 
Yea,  all  I  need,  in  Thee  to  find, 

O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come. 

5  Just  as  I  am,  Thou  wilt  receive, 

Wilt  welcome,  pardon,  cleanse,  relieve  : 
Because  Thy  promise  I  believe, 
O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come. 

6  Just  as  I  am,  Thy  love  unknown 
Has  broken  every  barrier  down  : 
Now,  to  be  Thine,  yea,  Thine  alone, 

O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come. 

Miss  Charlotte  Elliot  (1 789—1871),  1836. 


ROCK    OF    AGES.  239 

OOI  L-  M. 

00 1  "  Chrizti  Blut  und  Gtrechligkeit. 

i  Jesus,  Thy  blood  and  righteousness 
My  beauty  are,  my  glorious  dress  : 
Midst  flaming  worlds,  in  these  arrayed, 
With  joy  shall  I  lift  up  my  head. 

2  Fully  through  these  absolved  I  am 
From  sin  and  fear,  from  guilt  and  shame  : 
Thy  blood  washed  out  the  crimson  stains, 
And  white  as  snow  my  soul  remains. 

3  When  from  the  dust  of  death  I  rise 
To  claim  my  mansion  in  the  skies, 
E'en  then,  this  shall  be  all  my  plea, 
"Jesus  hath  lived,  hath  died  for  me." 

4  This  spotless  robe  the  same  appears 
When  ruined  nature  sinks  in  years  : 
No  age  can  change  its  constant  hue ; 
Thy  blood  preserves  it  ever  new. 

5  O  let  the  dead  now  hear  Thy  voice  ; 
Now  bid  Thy  banished  ones  rejoice  : 
Their  beauty  this,  their  glorious  dress, 
Jesus,  Thy  blood  and  righteousness. 

Nicolaus  Ludwig  Zinzendorf  (1700 — 1760),  1739. 
Tr.  by  Rev.  John  Wesley  (1703 — 1791),  1740.     Ab.  and  si.  alt 

OOP  7.61. 

00 hi  " Rock  of  Ages." 

i  Rock  of  ages,  cleft  for  me, 
Let  me  hide  myself  in  Thee  ; 
Let  the  water  and  the  blood, 
From  Thy  riven  side  which  flowed, 
Be  of  sin  the  double  cure, 
Cleanse  me  from  its  guilt  and  power. 


240  ROCK    OF   AGP:S. 

2  Not  the  labors  of  my  hands 
Can  fulfil  Thy  law's  demands  ; 
Could  my  zeal  no  respite  know, 
Could  my  tears  for  ever  flow, 
All  for  sin  could  not  atone  ; 
Thou  must  save,  and  Thou  alone. 

3  Nothing  in  my  hand  I  bring ; 
Simply  to  Thy  cross  I  cling ; 
Naked,  come  to  Thee  for  dress ; 
Helpless,  look  to  Thee  for  grace ; 
Foul,  I  to  the  fountain  fly  ; 
Wash  me,  Saviour,  or  I  die. 

4  While  I  draw  this  fleeting  breath, 
When  my  eye-lids  close  in  death, 
When  I  soar  to  worlds  unknown, 
See  Thee  on  Thy  judgment-throne, 
Rock  of  ages,  cleft  for  rne, 

Let  me  hide  myself  in  Thee. 

Rev.  Augustus  Montague  Toplady  (1740 — 1778),  1776.     SI.  alt. 

OOO  7.61. 

WWW      "He  hath  borne  our  Griefs." — Is.  liii.  4,  5,  12. 

i  Surely  Christ  thy  griefs  hath  borne ; 
Weeping  soul,  no  longer  mourn  : 
View  Him  bleeding  on  the  tree : 
Pouring  out  His  life  for  thee : 
There  thy  every  sin  He  bore ; 
Weeping  soul,  lament  no  more. 

2  Weary  sinner,  keep  thine  eyes 
On  th'  atoning  sacrifice  : 
There  th'  incarnate  Deity 
Numbered  with  transgressors  see  ; 
There  His  Father's  absence  mourns, 
Nailed  and  bruised,  and  crowned  with 
thorns. 


FOUNTAIN   OPENED.  24 1 

Cast  Thy  guilty  soul  on  Him, 
Find  Him  mighty  to  redeem  ; 
At  His  feet  thy  burden  lay. 
Look  thy  doubts  and  cares  away  ; 
Now  by  faith  the  Son  embrace. 
Plead  His  promise,  trust  His  grace. 

Rev.  Augustus  Montague  Toplady,  1759,  1770.     Ab. 


JJT  ''A  Fountain  opened." — Zech.  xiii.  1. 

i  There  is  a  fountain  filled  with  blood 
Drawn  from  Emmanuel's  veins; 
And  sinners,  plunged  beneath  that  flood, 
|| :  Lose  all  their  guilt)*  stains.  :|| 

2  The  dying  thief  rejoiced  to  see 

That  fountain  in  his  day  ; 
And  there  have  I,  as  vile  as  he, 
||:  Washed  all  my  sins  away.  :|| 

3  Dear  dying  Lamb,  Th}-  precious  blood 

Shall  never  lose  its  power, 
Till  all  the  ransomed  Church  of  God 
|| :  Be  saved,  to  sin  no  more.  :|| 

4  E'er  since,  by  faith,  I  saw  the  stream 

Thy  flowing  wounds  supply, 
Redeeming  love  has  been  my  theme, 
|| :  And  shall  be  till  I  die.  :|| 

5  And  when  this  feeble,  stammering  tongue 

Lies  silent  in  the  grave, 
Then  in  a  nobler,  sweeter  song, 
|):  I'll  sing  Thy  power  to  save.  :|| 

William  (Jowper  (1731 — iSooj,  1779      Ab.  and  alt 


242  PROPHET,    PRIEST,    AND    KING. 

OQC  H.  M. 

WWW       "Lord,  to  -whom  shall  we  go  ?" — John  vi.  68. 

i   I  bring  my  sins  to  Thee, 

The  sins  I  cannot  count, 
That  all  may  cleansed  be 

In  Thy  once  opened  fount. 
I  bring  them,  Saviour,  all  to  Thee; 
The  burden  is  too  great  for  me. 

2  My  heart  to  Thee  I  bring, 

The  heart  I  cannot  read — 
A  faithless,  wandering  thing, 

An  evil  heart  indeed. 
I  bring  it,  Saviour,  now  to  Thee, 
That  fixed  and  faithful  it  may  be. 

3  My  life  I  bring  to  Thee, 

I  would  not  be  my  own ; 
O  Saviour,  let  me  be 

Thine  ever,  Thine  alone. 
My  heart,  my  life,  my  all  I  bring 
To  Thee,  my  Saviour  and  my  King! 

Miss  Frances  Ridley  Havergal  (1836 — 1879), 

OOC  H.  M. 

JjQ  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King. 

i  Join  all  the  glorious  names 

Of  wisdom,  love,  and  power 
That  ever  mortals  knew, 

That  angels  ever  bore  : 
All  are  too  mean  to  speak  His  worth, 
Too  mean  to  set  my  Saviour  forth. 
2  Great  Prophet  of  my  God, 

My  tongue  would  bless  Thy  Name  ; 
By  Thee  the  joyful  news 

Of  our  salvation  came  : 
The  joyful  news  of  sins  forgiven, 
Of  hell  subdued,and  peace  with  Heaven. 


FROPHEf,    PRIEST,    AND   KING.  243 

3  Jesus,  my  great  High  Priest, 

Offered  His  blood  and  died  ; 
My  guilty  conscience  seeks 

No  sacrifice  beside : 
His  powerful  blood  did  once  atone, 
And  now  it  pleads  before  the  throne. 

4  My  dear  Almighty  Lord, 

My  Conqueror  and  my  King, 
Thy  sceptre  and  Thy  sword, 

Thy  reigning  grace  I  sing : 
Thine  is  the  power;  behold,  I  sit, 
In  willing  bonds,  beneath  Thy  feet. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts  (1674 — 1748),  1709.     Ab, 

OOH  H-  M. 

00  /      "Wounded for  our  Transgressions." — Is.  liii.  5. 

i  Thy  works,  not  mine,  O  Christ, 
Speak  gladness  to  this  heart ; 
They  tell  me  all  is  done ; 
They  bid  my  fear  depart : 
To  whom  save  Thee,  who  canst  alone 
For  sin  atone,  Lord,  shall  I  flee? 

2  Thy  wounds,  not  mine,  O  Christ, 

Can  heal  my  bruised  soul ; 
Thy  stripes,  not  mine,  contain 

The  balm  that  makes  me  whole : 
To  whom  save  Thee,  who  canst  alone 
For  sin  atone,  Lord,  shall  I  flee? 

3  Thy  cross,  not  mine,  O  Christ, 

Has  borne  the  awful  load 
Of  sins  that  none  in  Heaven 

Or  earth  could  bear  but  God  : 

To  whom  save  Thee,  who  canst  alone 

For  sin  atone,  Lord,  shall  I  flee? 


244  OUR   REFUGE   AND   REST. 

4  Thy  death,  not  mine,  O  Christ, 
Has  paid  the  ransom  due  ; 
Ten  thousand  deaths  like  mine 
Would  have  been  all  too  few : 
To  whom  save  Thee,  who  canst  alone 
For  sin  atone,  Lord,  shall  I  flee? 

Rev.  Horatius  Bonar  (1808—         ),  1857.     Ab. 

OOO  C.  P.  M. 

WWW  The  Prayer  0/  Faith. 

i  O  Thou  that  hear'st  the  prayer  of  faith, 
Wilt  Thou  not  save  a  soul  from  death, 

That  casts  itself  on  Thee  ? 
I  have  no  refuge  of  my  own, 
But  fly  to  what  my  Lord  hath  done, 

And  suffered  once  for  me. 

2  Slain  in  the  guilty  sinner's  stead, 
His  spotless  righteousness  I  plead, 

And  His  availing  blood  : 
Thy  merit,  Lord,  my  robe  shall  be, 
Thy  merit  shall  atone  for  me, 

And  bring  me  near  to  God. 

3  Then  snatch  me  from  eternal  death, 
The  Spirit  of  adoption  breathe, 

His  consolations  send  ; 
By  Him  some  word  of  life  impart, 
And  sweetly  whisper  to  my  heart, 

"Thy  Maker  is  thy  Friend." 

Rev.  Augustus  Montague  Toplady  (1740 — 1778),  1759.     Ab. 

OQQ  C  M.  D. 

www  The  Voice  from  Galilee. — John  i.  16. 

i  I  heard  the  voice  of  Jesus  say, 
"Come  unto  Me  and  rest ; 
Lay  down,  thou  weary  one,  lay  down 

Thy  head  upon  My  breast." 
I  came  to  Jesus  as  I  was, 


OUR   SURETY.  245 

Weary,  and  worn,  and  sad ; 
I  found  in  Him  a  resting-place, 

And. He  has  made  me  glad. 
I  heard  the  voice  of  Jesus  say, 

11  Behold,  I  freely  give 
The  living  water;  thirsty  one, 

Stoop  down,  and  drink,  and  live." 
I  came  to  Jesus,  and  I  drank 

Of  that  life-giving  stream  ; 
My  thirst  was  quenched,  my  soul  revived, 

And  now  I  live  in  Him. 
I  heard  the  voice  of  Jesus  say, 

"I  am  this  dark  world's  Light ; 
Look  unto  Me,  thy  morn  shall  rise, 

And  all  thy  day  be  bright.1' 
I  looked  to  Jesus,  and  I  found 

In  Him  my  Star,  my  Sun  ; 
And  ill  that  Light  of  Life  I'll  walk 

Till  all  my  journey's  done. 


340 


Rev.  Horatius  Bonar,  1857.     SI.  alt 


H.  M. 
Behold  the  Man. 


Arise,  my  soul,  arise, 

Shake  off  thy  guilty  fears  ; 
The  bleeding  Sacrifice 

In  my  behalf  appears  ; 
Before  the  throne  my  Surety  stands,  :|| 
My  name  is  written  on  His  hands. 
He  ever  lives  above, 

For  me  to  intercede, 
His  all-redeeming  love, 

His  precious  blood,  to  plead  ; 
His  blood  atoned  for  all  our  race,  :|| 
And  sprinkles  now  the  throne  of  grace. 


246  OUR   LORD   AND   LIGHT. 

3  Five  bleeding  wounds  He  bears, 

Received  on  Calvary ; 
They  pour  effectual  prayers, 

They  strongly  plead  for  me  : — 
|| :  Forgive  him,  O  forgive,  they  cry,  :|| 
Nor  let  that  ransom' d  sinner  die. 

4  The  Father  hears  Him  pray, 

His  dear  anointed  One  : 
He  cannot  turn  away 
The  presence  of  His  Son  : 
|| :  His  Spirit  answers  to  the  blood,  :|| 
And  tells  me  I  am  born  of  God. 

5  My  God  is  reconciled, 

His  pardoning  voice  I  hear, 
He  owns  me  for  His  child  ; 

I  can  no  longer  fear, 
|| :  With  confidence  I  now  draw  nigh,  :|| 
And  Father,  Abba,  Father,  cry. 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley  (1708 — 1788),  1742. 


S.  M. 
Sweet  Subjection . 


341 

1  Dear  Lord  and  Master  mine, 

Thy  happy  servant  see  : 
My  Conqueror,  with  what  joy  divine 
Thy  captive  clings  to  Thee. 

2  I  would  not  walk  alone, 

But  still  with  Thee,  my  God ; 
At  every  step  my  blindness  own, 
And  ask  of  Thee  the  road. 

3  The  weakness  I  enjoy 

That  casts  me  on  Thy  breast ; 
The  conflicts  that  Thy  strength  employ 
Make  me  divinely  blest. 


ALL  IN    ALL.  247 

Dear  Lord  and  Master  mine, 
Still  keep  Thy  servant  true  ; 

My  Guardian  and  my  Guide  divine, 
Bring,  bring  Thy  pilgrim  through. 

Thomas  Hornblower  Gill  (,1819 —         ),  1859. 


Ab. 


342 


' Morgenglanz  der  Ewigkeit." — Ps.  v.  3. 

i  Jesus,  Sun  of  righteousness, 
Brightest  beam  of  love  divine, 
With  the  early  morning  rays, 

Do  Thou  on  our  darkness  shine, 
And  dispel,  with  purest  light, 
All  our  long  and  gloomy  night. 

2  Like  the  sun's  reviving  ray, 

May  Thy  love,  with  tender  glow, 
All  our  coldness  melt  away, 

Warm  and  cheer  us,  forth  to  go  ; 
Gladly  serve  Thee  and  obey, 
All  our  life's  short  earthly  day. 

3  Thou,  our  only  Hope  and  Guide, 

Never  leave  us  nor  forsake  ; 
Keep  us  ever  at  Thy  side, 

Till  th'  eternal  morning  break  ; 
Moving  on  to  Zion's  hill, 
Onward,  upward,  homeward  still. 

Knorr  von  Rosenroth  (1636— 1688),  1664. 
Tr.  by  Miss  Jane  Borthvvick  (1825 —         ),  1862.     Ab.  and  alt. 

*AO  C.  M. 

JTw  "Majestic  Szveetness." 

i  Majestic  sweetness  sits  enthroned 
Upon  the  Saviour's  brow  ; 
His  head  with  radiant  glories  crowned, 
|| :  His  lips  with  grace  o'erflow.  :|| 
2  No  mortal  can  with  Him  compare 
Among  the  sons  of  men  ; 


248  AI,!,    IN    A  1,1,. 

Fairer  is  He  than  all  the  fair 
That  fill  the  heavenly  train. 

3  He  saw  me  plunged  in  deep  distress, 

He  flew  to  my  relief ; 
For  me  He  bore  the  shameful  cross, 
And  carried  all  my  grief. 

4  To  Him  I  owe  my  life  and  breath, 

And  all  the  joys  I  have  ; 
He  makes  me  triumph  over  death, 
He  saves  me  from  the  grave. 

5  To  Heaven,  the  place  of  His  abode, 

He  brings  my  weary  feet, 
Shows  me  the  glories  of  my  God, 
And  makes  my  joy  complete. 

6  Since  from  His  bounty  I  receive 

Such  proofs  of  love  divine, 
Had  I  a  thousand  hearts  to  give, 
Lord,  they  should  all  be  Thine. 

Rev.  Samuel  Stennett  (1727 — 1795),  1787. 

OAA  C.  M. 

Jli  Singing  for  Joy. 

i   I'vK  found  the  pearl  of  greatest  price, 
My  heart  doth  sing  for  joy  ; 
And  sing  I  must ;  for  Christ  is  mine, 
Christ  shall  my  song  employ. 

2  Christ  is  my  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King; 

A  Prophet  full  of  light, 
My  great  High-Priest  before  the  throne, 
My  King  of  heavenly  might. 

3  For  He  indeed  is  Lord  of  lords, 

And  He  the  King  of  kings ; 

He  is  the  Sun  of  righteousness, 

With  healing  in  His  wings. 


MERCY    IMPLORED.  249 

Christ  is  my  Peace  ;  He  died  for  me, 

For  me  He  gave  His  blood ; 
And  as  my  wondrous  Sacrifice, 

Offered  Himself  to  God. 

Christ  Jesus  is  my  All  in  all, 

My  Comfort  and  my  Love, 
My  Life  below,  and  He  shall  be 

My  Joy  and  Crown  above. 

Rev.  John  Mason  (         — 1694J,  1683.     Ab.  and  alt. 


345 


8.  7. 
Prayer  for  Sight. — Mark  x.  47,  48. 

i   "Mercy,  O  Thou  Son  of  David," 
Thus  blind  Bartimeus  prayed  ; 
"Others  by  Thy  word  are  saved, 
Now  to  me  afford  Thine  aid." 

2  Many  for  his  crying  chid  him, 

But  he  called  the  louder  still  ; 
Till  the  gracious  Saviour  bid  him 

"Come,  and  ask  Me  what  you  will." 

3  Money  was  not  what  he  wanted, 

Though  by  begging  used  to  live ; 
But  he  asked,  and  Jesus  granted, 

Alms  which  none  but  He  could  give. 

4  "Lord,  remove  this  grievous  blindness, 

Let  mine  eyes  behold  the  day  !  " 
Straight  he  saw  and,  won  by  kindness, 
Followed  Jesus  in  the  way. 

5  O  methinks  I  hear  him  praising, 

Publishing  to  all  around, 
Friends,  is  not  my  case  amazing  ? 
What  a  Saviour  I  have  found  ! 


250  MERCY   IMPLORED. 

6  "O  that  all  the  blind  but  knew  Him, 
And  would  be  advised  by  me, 
Surely  they  would  hasten  to  Him, 
He  would  cause  them  all  to  see." 

Rev.  John  Newton  (1725 — 1807),  J779 

OA£  .    s.  7. 

J  XU       "He  received  his  sight." — Mark  x.  51,  52. 

i   Lord,  I  know  Thy  grace  is  nigh  me, 
Though  Thyself  I  cannot  see  ; 
Jesus,  Master,  pass  not  by  me ; 
Son  of  David,  pity  me. 

2  While  I  sit  in  weary  blindess, 

Longing  for  the  blessed  light, 
Many  taste  Thy  loving-kindness  ; 
"  Lord,  I  would  receive  my  sight." 

3  I  would  see  Thee  and  adore  Thee, 

And  Thy  word  the  power  can  give  ; 
Hear  the  sightless  soul  implore  Thee : 
Let  me  see  Thy  face  and  live. 

4  Ah,  what  touch  is  this  that  thrills  me? 

What  this  burst  of  strange  delight  ? 
Lo,  the  rapturous  vision  fills  me  ! 
This  is  Jesus  !  this  is  sight ! 

5  Room,  ye  saints  that  throng  behind  Him  ! 

Let  me  follow  in  the  way  ; 
I  will  teach  the  blind  to  find  Him 
Who  can  turn  their  night  to  day. 

Rev.  Hervey  Doddridge  Ganse  (1822 —        ),  1869 
3  ±7  "  Open,  Lord',  and  let  me  in." 

i  At  the  door  of  mercy  sighing 
With  the  burden  of  my  sin, 
Day  and  night  my  soul  is  crying, 
"Open,  Lord,  and  let  me  in." 


SIX    FORGIVEN.  251 

Waiting  'mid  the  darkness  dreary, 
Stretching  out  my  hands  to  Thee, 

In  the  refuge  for  the  weary 
Is  there  not  a  place  for  me  ? 

Hark,  what  sounds  my  ear  receiveth, 
Sweet  as  songs  of  seraphim  ! 

He  that  in  the  Lord  believeth 
Life  eternal  hath  in  Him. 

At  the  outer  door  why  staying  ? 

Nothing,  soul,  hast  thou  to  pay : 
Christ  in  love  to  thee  is  saying, 

"Weary  child,  come  in  to-day." 

Thomas  MacKellar  (1812—         ),  1872 


348 


S.  M. 
" I bless  the  Christ  of  God." 

i   I  BLESS  the  Christ  of  God  ; 
I  rest  on  love  divine  ; 
And  with  unfaltering  lip  and  heart, 
I  call  this  Saviour  mine. 

2  His  cross  dispels  each  doubt ; 

I  bury  in  His  tomb 
Each  thought  of  unbelief  and  fear, 
Each  lingering  shade  of  gloom. 

3  I  praise  the  God  of  grace  ; 

I  trust  His  truth  and  might ; 
He  calls  me  His,  I  call  Him  mine, 
My  God,  my  Joy,  my  Light. 

4  'Tis  He  who  saveth  me, 

And  freely  pardon  gives ; 
I  love  because  He  loveth  me, 
I  live  because  He  lives. 


252  GRACE    MAGNIFIED. 

5  My  life  with  Him  is  hid, 

My  death  has  passed  away, 
My  clouds  have  melted  into  light, 
My  midnight  into  day. 

Rev.  Horatius  Bonar  (180S—         ),  1863.'    Ab 

Q4.Q  s  M 

*J±\J  Christ  our  Righteousness.  —  1   Cor.  i.  30. 

i   How  heavy  is  the  night 

That  hangs  upon  our  eyes, 
Till  Christ,  with  His  reviving  light, 
Over  our  souls  arise  ! 

2  Our  guilty  spirits  dread 

To  meet  the  wrath  of  Heaven  ; 
But,  in  His  righteousness  arrayed, 
We  see  our  sins  forgiven. 

3  Unholy  and  impure 

Are  all  our  thoughts  and  ways  : 
His  hands  infected  nature  cure, 
With  sanctifying  grace. 

4  The  powers  of  hell  agree 

To  hold  our  souls  in  vain ; 
He  sets  the  sons  of  bondage  free, 
And  breaks  the  cursed  chain. 

5  Lord,  we  adore  Thy  ways 

To  bring  us  near  to  God 
Thy  sovereign  power,Thy  healing  grace, 
And  Thine  atoning  blood. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts  (1674 — 1748),  1709 

OPfi  8.7.  D. 

Q\J\J  Grateful  Recollection. 

1  Come,  Thou  Fount  of  every  blessing, 
Tune  my  heart  to  sing  Thy  grace  ; 
Streams  of  mercy  never  ceasing, 
Call  for  songs  of  loudest  praise  . 


GRACE    MAGNIFIED.  253 

Teach  me  some  melodious  sonnet. 
Sung  by  flaming  tongues  above  ; 
Praise  the  mount,  I'm  fixed  upon  it, 
.  Mount  of  God's  unchanging  love. 

2  Here  I  raise  my  Ebenezer, 

Hither  by  Thy  help  I'm  come  ; 
And  I  hope,  by  Thy  good  pleasure, 

Safely  to  arrive  at  home  : 
Jesus  sought  me,  when  a  stranger. 

Wandering  from  the  fold  of  God  ; 
He,  to  rescue  me  from  danger, 

Interposed  His  precious  blood. 

3  O  to  grace  how  great  a  debtor, 

Daily  I'm  constrained  to  be  ; 
Let  that  grace  now,  like  a  fetter, 

Bind  my  wandering  heart  to  Thee  : 
Prone  to  wander,  Lord,  I  feel  it. 

Prone  to  leave  the  God  I  love  ; 
Here's  my  heart,  O  take  and  seal  it, 

Seal  it  from  Thy  courts  above. 

Sehna,  Countess  of  Huntingdon  (1707 — 1 79 1 ; ,  1749. 

351  8.7,7.7. 

1  I  will  love  Thee,  all  my  Treasure  ; 

I  will  love  Thee,  all  my  Strength  ; 
I  will  love  Thee  without  measure, 

And  will  love  Thee  right  at  length : 
I  will  love  Thee,  Light  divine. 

Till  I  die  and  find  Thee  mine. 

2  I  will  praise  Thee,  Sun  of  glory, 

For  Thy  beams  have  gladness  brought; 
I  will  praise  Thee,  will  adore  Thee. 
For  the  light  I  vainly  sought ; 


254  GRACE   MAGNIFIED. 

Praise  Thee  that  Thy  words  so  blest 

Spake  my  sin-siek  soul  to  rest. 
3  I  will  love  in  joy  or  sorrow, 

Crowning  joy  !  will  love  Thee  well  ; 
I  will  love  to-day,  to-morrow, 

While  I  in  this  body  dwell  : 
I  will  love  Thee,  Light  divine, 

Till  I  die,  and  find  Thee  mine. 

Johann  Angelus  Silesius  (1624 — 1677),  J6s7 
Tr.  by  Miss  Jane  Borthwick  (1825 —        ),  1854.     Ab. 


352 


S.  M. 
Saving  Grace." — Eph. 


353 


Grace,  'tis  a  charming  sound, 

Harmonious  to  mine  ear  ; 
Heaven  with  the  echo  shall  resound, 

And  all  the  earth  shall  hear. 
Grace  first  contrived  a  way 

To  save  rebellious  man, 
And  all  the  steps  that  grace  display, 

Which  drew  the  wondrous  plan. 
Grace  taught  my  wandering  feet 

To  tread  the  heavenly  road  ; 
And  new  supplies  each  hour  I  meet, 

While  pressing  on  to  God. 
Grace  all  the  work  shall  crown, 

Through  everlasting  days  ; 
It  lays  in  Heaven  the  topmost  stone, 

And  well  deserves  the  praise. 

Rev.  Philip  Doddridge  (1702 — 1751),  1755. 

S    M. 
The  Song  of  Moses  and  the  Lamb  " — Rev   xv.  3. 

i  Awake,  and  sing  the  song 
Of  Moses  and  the  Lamb  ; 
Wake  every  heart  and  every  tongue, 
To  praise  the  Saviour's  Name. 


GRACE    MAGNIFIED.  255 

2  Sing  of  His  dying  love  ; 

Sing  of  His  rising-  power ; 
Sing  how  He  intercedes  above 
For  those  whose  sins  He  bore. 

3  Sing  till  we  feel  our  hearts 

Ascending  with  our  tongues  ; 

Sing  till  the  love  of  sin  departs, 

And  grace  inspires  our  songs. 

4  Sing  on  your  heavenly  way, 

Ye  ransomed  sinners,  sing  ; 
Sing  on,  rejoicing  every  day 
In  Christ  th'  eternal  King. 

5  Soon  shall  ye  hear  Him  say, 

' '  Ye  blessed  children,  come  ; ' ' 

Soon  will  He  call  you  hence  away, 

And  take  His  wanderers  home. 

6  There  shall  our  raptured  tongue 

His  endless  praise  proclaim. 
And  sweeter  voices  swell  the  song 
Of  Moses  and  the  Lamb. 

Rev.  William  Hammond  (         — 1783 i,  1743.     Ab.  and  alt. 
Rev    Martin  Madan  11 726 — 17901,  1760.     First  3  vs 

L.  M. 

"  The  Living- Kindness  0/  the  Lord." — Is.  lxiii.  7. 

Awake,  my  soul,  in  joyful  lays. 
And  sing  thy  great  Redeemer's  praise; 
He  justly  claims  a  song  from  me, 
His  loving-kindness,  is  so  free, 
Loving-kindness,  loving-kindness, 
His  loving-kindness,  is  so  free. 
He  saw  me  ruined  in  the  fall, 
Yet  loved  me  notwithstanding  all, 
And  saved  me  from  my  lost  estate, 
His  loving-kindness  is  so  great. 
His  loving-kindness,  &c. 


354 


256  GRACE   MAGNIFIED. 

3  Through  mighty  hosts  of  cruel  foes, 
Where  earth  and  hell  my  way  oppose, 
He  safely  leads  my  soul  along, 

His  loving-kindness  is  so  strong. 
His  loving-kindness,  &c. 

4  So  when  I  pass  death's  gloomy  vale, 
And  life  and  mortal  powers  shall  fail, 
O  may  my  last  expiring  breath 

His  loving-kindness  sing  in  death. 
His  loving-kindness,  &c. 

5  Then  shall  I  mount,  and  soar  away 
To  the  bright  world  of  endless  day ; 
There  shall  I  sing,  with  sweet  surprise, 
His  loving-kindness  in  the  skies. 

His  loving-kindness,  &c. 

Rev.  Samuel  Medley  (1738 — 1799),  1787.     Al 
jJJ  The  new  Joy. 

i  Trembling  before  Thine  awful  throne, 
O  Lord,  in  dust  my  sins  I  own  ; 
Justice  and  mercy  for  my  life 
Contend  ;  O  smile,  and  heal  the  strife. 

2  The  Saviour  smiles  ;  upon  my  soul 
New  tides  of  hope  tumultuous  roll ; 
His  voice  proclaims  my  pardon  found, 
Seraphic  transport  wings  the  sound. 

3  Earth  has  a  joy  unknown  to  Heaven, 
The  new-born  peace  of  sins  forgiven  ; 
Tears  of  such  pure  and  deep  delight, 
Ye  angels,  never  dimmed  your  sight. 

4  Ye  saw  of  old,  on  chaos  rise 

The  beauteous  pillars  of  the  skies ; 
Ye  know  where  morn  exulting  springs, 
And  evening  folds  her  drooping  wings. 


GRACE   MAGNIFIED.  257 

5  Bright  heralds  of  the  Eternal  Will, 
Abroad  His  errands  ye  fulfil : 

Or,  throned  in  floods  of  beamy  day, 
.Symphonious  in  His  presence  play. 

6  L,oud  is  the  song,  the  heavenly  plain 
Is  shaken  with  the  choral  strain  ; 
And  dying  echoes,  floating  far, 
Draw  music  from  each  chiming  star. 

7  But  I  amid  your  choirs  shall  shine, 
And  all  your  knowledge  shall  be  mine ; 
Ye  on  your  harps  must  learn  to  hear 

A  secret  chord  that  mine  will  bear. 

Abraham  Lucas  Hillhousc  (1792 — 1859),  1822, 

OW  8.7.4. 

000  "Bless  the  Lord,  O  my  Soul."— Ps.  ciii 

1  Praise,  my  soul,  the  King  of  Heaven  ; 

To  His  feet  thy  tribute  bring, 
Ransomed,  healed,  restored,  forgiven, 
Evermore  His  praises  sing  : 

Alleluia  !     Alleluia ! 
Praise  the  everlasting  King. 

2  Praise  Him  for  His  grace  and  favor 

To  our  fathers  in  distress ; 
Praise  Him  still  the  same  as  ever, 
Slow  to  chide,  and  swift  to  bless : 

Alleluia !     Alleluia  ! 
Glorious  in  His  faithfulness. 

3  Father-like,  He  tends  and  spares  us, 

Well  our  feeble  frame  He  knows ; 
In  His  hands  He  gently  bears  us, 
Rescues  us  from  all  our  foes : 

Alleluia  !     Alleluia  ! 
Praise  with  us  the  God  of  grace. 

Rev.  Henry  Francis  Lyte  (1793—18471,  1834.     Ab   and  alt. 
Rev.  Sir  Henry  Williams  Haker  (1821 — l&T&rJp&1- 


258  TRUSTING   IN   CHRIST. 

orn  7.  D. 

J  J  j      "7(7  //jy^  is  Christ,  and  to  die  is  Gain." — Phil    i    21 

i  Christ,  of  all  my  hopes  the  Ground, 

Christ,  the  Spring  of  all  my  joy, 
Still  in  Thee  may  I  be  found. 

Still  for  Thee  my  powers  employ. 
Fountain  of  o'erfl owing  grace, 

Freely  from  Thy  fulness  give ; 
Till  I  close  my  earthly  race, 

May  I  prove  it,  "Christ  to  live." 

2  When  I  touch  the  blessed  shore, 

Back  the  closing  waves  shall  roll  : 
Death's  dark  stream  shall  never  more 

Part  from  Thee  my  ravished  soul. 
Thus,  O  thus,  an  entrance  give 

To  the  land  of  cloudless  sky  ; 
Having  known  it,  "Christ  to  live," 

Let  me  know  it,  "Gain  to  die." 

3  Gain,  to  part  from  all  my  grief; 

Gain,  to  bid  my  sins  farewell ; 
Gain,  of  all  my  gains  the  chief, 

Ever  with  the  Lord  to  dwell  : 
This  Thy  people's  portion,  Lord, 

Peace  on  earth,  and  bliss  on  high  ; 
This  their  ever-sure  reward, 

"Christ  to  live,  and  gain  to  die." 

Rev.  Ralph  Wardlaw  (1779—1853),  1817 
358  "Only  Thee." 

1  Blessed  Saviour,  Thee  I  love, 
All  my  other  joys  above ; 
All  my  hopes  in  Thee  abide, 
Thou  my  Hope,  and  naught  beside; 
Ever  let  my  glory  be, 
Only,  only,  only  Thee. 


TRUSTING    IN    CHRIST.  259 

2  Once  again  beside  the  cross. 
All  my  gain  I  count  but  loss  ; 
Earthly  pleasures  fade  away  ; 
Clouds  they  are  that  hide  my  clay : 
Hence,  vain  shadows,  let  me  see 
Jesus,  crucified  for  me. 

3  From  beneath  that  thorny  crown 
Trickle  drops  of  cleansing  down  ; 
Pardon  from  Thy  pierced  hand 
Now  I  take,  while  here  I  stand ; 
Only  then  I  live  to  Thee, 
When  Thy  wounded  side  I  see. 

4  Blessed  Saviour,  Thine  am  I, 
Thine  to  live,  and  Thine  to  die  ; 
Height  or  depth,  or  earthly  power, 
Ne'er  shall  hide  my  Saviour  more  : 
Ever  shall  my  glory  be, 

Only,  only,  only  Thee. 

Rev.  George  Duffield  (181S—        ),  1859. 
OwW  Happy   Trust. 

i  Saviour,  happy  would  I  be, 
If  I  could  but  trust  in  Thee  ; 
Trust  Thy  wisdom  me  to  guide  ; 
Trust  Thy  goodness  to  provide  ; 
Trust  Thy  saving  love  and  power ; 
Trust  Thee  every  day  and  hour : 

2  Trust  Thee  as  the  only  light 
In  the  darkest  hour  of  night ; 
Trust  in  sickness,  trust  in  health ; 
Trust  in  poverty  and  wealth ; 
Trust  in  joy,  and  trust  in  grief; 
Trust  Thy  promise  for  relief: 


2fX>  TRUSTING   IN    CHRIST. 

3  Trust  Thy  blood  to  cleanse  my  soul ; 
Trust  Thy  grace  to  make  me  whole ; 
Trust  Thee  living,  dying,  too  ; 
Trust  Thee  all  my  journey  through  ; 
Trust  Thee  till  my  feet  shall  be 
Planted  on  the  crystal  sea. 

Rev.  Edwin  Henry  Nevin  (1814—        ),  1858. 

0£fi  L.  M.  61. 

VWv  Wrestling  Jacob. — Gen.  xxxii.  24. 

i  Come,  0  Thou  Traveller  unknown, 
Whom  still  I  hold,  but  cannot  see ; 
My  company  before  is  gone, 

And  I  am  left  alone  with  Thee  ; 
With  Thee  all  night  I  mean  to  stay, 
And  wrestle  till  the  break  of  day. 

2  I  need  not  tell  Thee  who  I  am  ? 

My  sin  and  misery  declare ; 
Thyself  hast  called  me  by  my  name ; 

Look  on  Thy  hands,  and  read  it  there : 
But  who,  I  ask  Thee,  who  art  Thou  ? 
Tell  me  Thy  Name,  and  tell  me  now. 

3  My  prayer  hath  power  with  God;  the  grace 

Unspeakable  I  now  receive  ; 
Through  faith  I  see  Thee  face  to  face, 

I  see  Thee  face  to  face  and  live ; 
In  vain  I  have  not  wept  and  strove, 
Thy  Nature,  and  Thy  Name,  is  Love. 

4  I  know  Thee,  Saviour,  who  Thou  art, 

Jesus,  the  feeble  sinner's  Friend  ; 
Nor  wilt  Thou  with  the  night  depart, 

But  stay  and  love  me  to  the  end : 
Thy  mercies  never  shall  remove, 
Thv  Nature,  and  Thy  Name,  is  Love. 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley  (1708— 1788),  1742.     Ab. 


LOVE)  TO  CHRIST.  261 

Q£1  C.  M. 

JUl  "Jesu,  dulcis  memoria."  — Rev.  xxii.  4. 

i  Jesus,  the  very  thought  of  Thee 
With  sweetness  fills  my  breast ; 
But  sweeter  far  Thy  face  to  see, 
And  in  Thy  presence  rest. 

2  Nor  voice  can  sing,  nor  heart  can  frame, 

Nor  can  the  memory  find 
A  sweeter  sound  than  Thy  blest  Name, 
O  Saviour  of  mankind  ! 

3  O  Hope  of  every  contrite  heart, 

0  Joy  of  all  the  meek, 

To  those  who  fall,  how  kind  Thou  art ! 
How  good  to  those  who  seek  ! 

4  Jesus,  our  only  Joy  be  Thou, 

As  Thou  our  Prize  wilt  be  ; 
Jesus,  be  Thou  our  Glory  now, 
And  through  eternity. 

Bernard  of  Clairvaux  (1091 — 115^),  1140. 
Tr.  by  Rev.  Edward  Caswall  (1814— 1878),  1849 

0£0  C.  M. 

JQy  "  O  Dcus,  ego  amo  Tc." 

i  My  God,  I  love  Thee  :  not  because 

1  hope  for  Heaven  thereby, 

Nor  yet  because  who  love  Thee  not 
Must  die  eternally. 

2  Thou,  O  my  Jesus,  Thou  didst  me 

Upon  the  cross  embrace  ; 
For  me  didst  bear  the  nails,  and  spear, 
And  manifold  disgrace ; 

3  And  griefs,  and  torments  numberless, 

And  sweat  of  agony  ; 
Yea,  death  itself;  and  all  for  me 
Who  was  Thine  enemy. 


262  TvOVR   TO   CHRIST. 

4  Then  why,  O  blessed  Jesus  Christ, 

Should  I  not  love  Thee  well  ? 
Not  for  the  hope  of  winning  Heaven, 
Nor  of  escaping  hell. 

5  Not  with  the  hope  of  gaining  aught, 

Nor  seeking  a  reward  ; 
But  as  Thyself  hast  loved  me, 

0  ever-loving  Lord. 

6  So  would  I  love  Thee,  dearest  L,ord, 

And  in  Thy  praise  will  sing ; 
Solely  because  Thou  art  my  God, 
And  my  eternal  King. 

Francis  Xavier  (1506— 1552),  15^2. 
Tr.  by  Rev.  Edward  Caswall  (1814— 1878),  1849.     SI.  alt. 

0£0  C.  M. 

JIJJ  "  Thou  knomest  that  I  love  Thee." — John  xxi.  15. 

i   Do  not  I  love  Thee,  O  my  L,ord  ? 
Behold  my  heart  and  see  ; 
And  turn  each  cursed  idol  out, 
That  dares  to  rival  Thee. 

2  Do  not  I  love  Thee  from  my  soul  ? 

Then  let  me  nothing  love  ; 

Dead  be  my  heart  to  every  joy, 

When  Jesus  cannot  move. 

3  Is  not  Thy  Name  melodious  still 

To  mine  attentive  ear? 
Doth  not  each  pulse  with  pleasure  bound 
My  Saviour's  voice  to  hear? 

4  Hast  Thou  a  lamb  in  all  Thy  flock 

1  would  disdain  to  feed? 

Hast  Thou  a  foe  before  whose  face 
I  fear  Thy  cause  to  plead  ? 


I.OVF,  TO  CHRIST.  263 

5  Would  not  my  heart  pour  forth  its  blood 

In  honor  of  Thy  Name, 
And  challenge  the  cold  hand  of  death 
To  damp  th'  immortal  flame? 

6  Thou  know'st  I  love  Thee,  dearest  Lord, 

But  O,  I  long  to  soar 
Far  from  the  sphere  of  mortal  joys, 
And  learn  to  love  Thee  more. 

Rev.  Philip  Doddridge  (1702 — 1731),  1755.     Ab. 

3£A  c  M- 

JU  i  Christ  precious. — 1  Pet.  ii.  7. 

i  Jesus,  I  love  Thy  charming  Name, 
'Tis  music  to  mine  ear; 
Fain  would  I  sound  it  out  so  loud 
That  earth  and  Heaven  should  hear. 

2  All  my  capacious  powers  can  wish 

In  Thee  doth  richly  meet ; 
Not  to  mine  eyes  is  light  so  dear, 
Nor  friendship  half  so  sweet. 

3  Thy  grace  still  dwells  upon  my  heart, 

And  sheds  its  fragrance  there ; 
The  noblest  balm  of  all  its  wounds, 
The  cordial  of  its  care. 

4  I'll  speak  the  honors  of  Thy  Name 

With  my  last  laboring  breath  ; 
Then,  speechless,  clasp  Thee  in  mine  arms, 
The  Conqueror  of  death. 

Rev.  Philip  Doddridge,  1755.     Ab. 

0£r  8.  7.  D. 

JUJ  "I'm  a  Miracle  of  Grace." 

i  Hail,  my  ever  blessed  Jesus  ! 
Only  Thee  I  wish  to  sing ; 
To  my  soul  Thy  Name  is  precious, 
Thou  my  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King : 


264  T.OVE  TO  CHRIST. 

O,  what  mercy  flows  from  Heaven, 
O,  what  joy  and  happiness  ! 

Love  I  much,  I've  much  forgiven ; 
I'm  a  miracle  of  grace. 

2  Once  with  Adam's  race  in  ruin, 

Unconcerned  in  sin  I  lay, 
Swift  destruction  still  pursuing, 

Till  my  Saviour  passed  that  way. 
Witness,  all  ye  host  of  Heaven, 

My  Redeemer's  tenderness. 
Love  I  much,  I've  much  forgiven  ; 

I'm  a  miracle  of  grace  I 

3  Shout,  ye  bright,  angelic  choir, 

Praise  the  Lamb  enthroned  above, 
While,  astonished,  I  admire 

God's  free  grace  and  boundless  love. 
That  blest  moment  I  received  Him 

Filled  my  soul  with  joy  and  peace. 
Love  I  much,  I've  much  forgiven  ; 

I'm  a  miracle  of  grace. 

John  Wingrove,  1806 

3CC  8-  7  D- 

JljlJ  Praise  for  pardoning  Grace. 

i  Lord,  with  glowing  heart  I'd  praise  Thee 

For  the  bliss  Thy  love  bestows, 
For  the  pardoning  grace  that  saves  me, 

And  the  peace  that  from  it  flows. 
Help,  O  God,  my  weak  endeavor, 

This  dull  soul  to  rapture  raise  ; 
Thou  must  light  the  flame,  or  never 

Can  my  love  be  warmed  to  praise. 

2  Praise,  my  soul,  the  God  that  sought  thee, 
Wretched  wanderer,  far  astray  ; 


I<OVE   TO   CHRIST.  265 

Found  thee  lost,  and  kindly  brought  thee 
From  the  paths  of  death  away. 

Praise,  with  love's  devoutest  feeling, 
Him  who  saw  thy  guilt-born  fear, 

And,  the  light  of  hope  revealing, 
Bade  the  blood-stained  cross  appear. 

3  Lord,  this  bosom's  ardent  feeling 

Vainly  would  my  lips  express ; 
Low  before  Thy  footstool  kneeling, 

Deign  Thy  suppliant's  prayer  to  bless. 
Let  Thy  grace,  my  soul's  chief  treasure, 

Love's  pure  flame  within  me  raise ; 
And  since  words  can  never  measure, 

Let  my  life  show  forth  Thy  praise. 

Francis  Scott  Key  (1799 — 1843),  1857. 
<JU  /  "  //  e  are  the  Lord' s." — Rom.  xiv.  8. 

1  Jesus,  I  live  to  Thee, 

The  loveliest  and  best ; 
My  life  in  Thee,  Thy  life  in  me, 
In  Thy  blest  love  I  rest. 

2  Jesus,  I  die  to  Thee, 

Whenever  death  shall  come  ; 
To  die  in  Thee  is  life  to  me, 
In  my  eternal  home. 

3  Whether  to  live  or  die, 

I  know  not  which  is  best ; 
To  live  in  Thee  is  bliss  to  me, 
To  die  is  endless  rest. 

4  Living  or  dying,  Lord, 

I  ask  but  to  be  Thine  ; 
My  life  in  Thee,  Thy  life  in  me, 
Makes  Heaven  forever  mine. 

Rev.  Henry  Harlaugh  C1818 — 1867),  1850. 


266  I/WE   TO   CHRIST. 

OCQ  ..    P.  M. 

JUw  "Schonster  Herr  yesu." 

i  Fairest  Lord  Jesus, 

Ruler  of  all  nature, 
O  Thou  of  God  and  man  the  Son ! 

Thee  will  I  cherish, 

Thee  will  I  honor, 
Thou,  my  soul's  glory,  joy,  and  crown. 

2  Fair  are  the  meadows, 
Fairer  still  the  woodlands, 

Robed  in  the  blooming  garb  of  spring : 

Jesus  is  fairer, 

Jesus  is  purer, 
Who  makes  the  woful  heart  to  sing. 

3  Fair  is  the  sunshine, 
Fairer  still  the  moonlight, 

And  the  twinkling,  starry  host : 

Jesus  shines  brighter, 

Jesus  shines  purer, 
Than  all  the  angels  Heaven  can  boast. 

Unknown  Author  of  the  12th  century. 
OQyJ  Unseen,  but  loved.— -i  Pet.  i.  S. 

i  Jesus,  these  eyes  have  never  seen 
That  radiant  form  of  Thine ; 
The  veil  of  sense  hangs  dark  between 
Thy  blessed  face  and  mine. 

2  I  see  Thee  not,  I  hear  Thee  not, 

Yet  art  Thou  oft  with  me ; 
And  earth  hath  ne'er  so  dear  a  spot, 
As  where  I  meet  with  Thee. 

3  Like  some  bright  dream  that  comes  un- 

When  slumbers  o'er  me  roll,      [sought 
Thine  image  ever  fills  my  thought, 
And  charms  my  ravished  soul. 


IvOVE  TO   CHRIST.  267 

4  Yet  though  I  have  not  seen,  and  still 

Must  rest  in  faith  alone, 
I  love  Thee,  dearest  Lord, — and  will, 
Unseen,  but  not  unknown. 

5  When  death  these  mortal  eyes  shall  seal, 

And  still  this  throbbing  heart, 
The  rending  veil  shall  Thee  reveal, 
All-glorious  as  Thou  art. 

Rev.  Ray  Palmer  (1808—         ),  1858. 

OP7A  C.  M. 

J  jy  "  Jesu  decus  angehcum." 

i  O  Jesus,  Thou  the  beauty  art 
Of  angel-worlds  above ; 
Thy  Name  is  music  to  the  heart, 
Enchanting  it  with  love. 

2  O  Jesus,  Saviour,  hear  the  sighs 

Which  unto  Thee  I  send  ; 
To  Thee  my  inmost  spirit  cries, 
My  being's  hope  and  end. 

3  Stay  with  us,  Lord,  and  with  Thy  light 

Illume  the  soul's  abyss  ; 
Scatter  the  darkness  of  our  night, 
And  fill  the  world  with  bliss. 

4  O  Jesus,  King  of  earth  and  Heaven, 

Our  Life  and  Joy  !  to  Thee 
Be  honor,  thanks,  and  blessing  given 
Through  all  eternity  ! 

Bernard  of  Clairvaux  (1091 — 1153),  1140. 
Tr.  by  Rev.  Edward  Caswall  (1814— 1878),  1849.     Ab.  and  alt. 

Q71  C.  M. 

Oil  The  sweet  Name. 

i   How  sweet  the  Name  of  Jesus  sounds 
In  a  believer's  ear  ; 
It  soothes  his  sorrows,  heals  his  wounds, 
And  drives  away  his  fear. 


268  LOVE   TO   CHRIST. 

2  It  makes  the  wounded  spirit  whole, 

And  calms  the  troubled  breast ; 
'Tis  manna  to  the  hungry  soul, 
And  to  the  weary  rest. 

3  By  Thee  my  prayers  acceptance  gain, 

Although  with  sin  defiled  ; 
Satan  accuses  me  in  vain, 
And  I  am  owned  a  child. 

4  Weak  is  the  effort  of  my  heart, 

And  cold  my  warmest  thought ; 
But  when  I  see  Thee  as  Thou  art, 
I'll  praise  Thee  as  I  ought. 

Rev   John  Newton  (1725 — 1807),  1779. 

O79  C.  M. 

W  I  mi  "  O  yesus  Christus,  macks  in  mir." 

i  O  Jesus  Christ,  grow  Thou  in  me, 
And  all  things  else  recede  ; 
My  heart  be  daily  nearer  Thee, 
From  sin  be  daily  freed. 

2  Each  day,  let  Thy  supporting  might 

My  weakness  still  embrace  ; 
My  darkness  vanish  in  Thy  light, 
Thy  life  my  death  efface. 

3  In  Thy  bright  beams,  which  on  me  fall, 

Fade  every  evil  thought ; 
That  I  am  nothing,  Thou  art  all, 
I  would  be  daily  taught. 

4  Make  this  poor  self  grow  less  and  less, 

Be  Thou  my  life  and  aim, 
O,  make  me  daily,  through  Thy  grace, 
More  worthy  of  Thy  Name. 


LOVE   TO   CHRIST.  269 

5  Let  faith  in  Thee  and  in  Thy  might 
My  every  motive  move  ; 
Be  Thou  alone  my  soul's  delight, 
My  passion  and  my  love. 

Rev.  Johann  Caspar  Lavater  (1741 — 1801),  1780. 
Tr.  by  Mrs  Elizabeth  Lee  Smith  (1817—        ),  1869.     Ab. 

0170  ,     6.61. 

0/*^  Christ  praised. 

i  When  morning  gilds  the  skies, 
My  heart  awaking  cries, 

May  Jesus  Christ  be  praised  : 
Alike  at  work  and  prayer 
To  Jesus  I  repair ; 

May  Jesus  Christ  be  praised. 

2  When  sleep  her  balm  denies, 
My  silent  spirit  sighs, 

May  Jesus  Christ  be  praised  : 
When  evil  thoughts  molest, 
With  this  I  shield  my  breast, 

May  Jesus  Christ  be  praised. 

3  The  night  becomes  as  day, 
When  from  the  heart  we  say, 

May  Jesus  Christ  be  praised  : 
The  powers  of  darkness  fear, 
When  this  sweet  chant  they  hear, 

May  Jesus  Christ  be  praised. 

4  In  Heaven's  eternal  bliss 
The  loveliest  strain  is  this, 

May  Jesus  Christ  be  praised : 
Let  air,  and  sea,  and  sky 
From  depth  to  height  reply, 

May  Jesus  Christ  be  praised. 

Rev.  Edward  Caswall  (1814 — 1878),  1843.     Ab 


270  I.OVE    TO    CHRIST. 

074.  S.  M. 

w  I    A  "/j*  Gott  fur  inich  so  trete." 

i  Here  I  can  firmly  rest, 
I  dare  to  boast  of  this, 
That  God,  the  highest  and  the  best, 
My  Friend  and  Father  is. 

2  From  dangerous  snares  He  saves : 

Where'er  He  bids  me  go 
He  checks  the  storms  and  calms  the  waves, 
That  naught  can  work  me  woe. 

3  He  whispers  in  my  breast 

Sweet  words  of  holy  cheer, 
How  he  who  seeks  in  God  his  rest 
Shall  ever  find  Him  near ; 

4  How  God  hath  built  above 

A  city  fair  and  new, 
Where  eye  and  heart  shall  see  and  prove 
What  faith  has  counted  true. 

5  My  heart  for  gladness  springs, 

It  cannot  more  be  sad, 
For  very  joy  it  laughs  and  sings, 
Sees  naught  but  sunshine  glad. 

6  The  Sun  that  glads  mine  eyes 

Is  Christ  the  Lord  I  love : 
I  sing  for  joy  of  that  which  lies 
Stored  up  for  us  above. 

Rev.  Paul  Gerhardt  (1606 — 1676),  1650. 
Tr.  by  Miss  Catherine  Winkvvorth  (1829— 1878),  1855.     Ab, 

Q7£  8.7.61. 

O  /  W  Christ's  Name  precious. 

i  Jesus  is  the  Name  we  treasure  ; 

Name  beyond  what  words  can  tell ; 
Name  of  gladness,  Name  of  pleasure, 


CHRIST    ADORKD.  27 1 

Ear  and  heart  delighting  well ; 
Name  of  sweetness,  passing  measure, 
Saving  us  from  sin  and  hell. 

2  'Tis  the  Name  for  adoration, 

Name  for  songs  of  victory, 
Name  for  holy  meditation 

In  this  vale  of  misery, 
Name  for  joyful  veneration 

By  the  citizens  on  high. 

3  Jesus  is  the  Name  exalted 

Over  every  other  name  ; 
In  this  Name,  whene'er  assaulted, 

We  can  put  our  foes  to  shame  ; 
Strength  to  them  who  else  had  halted, 

Eyes  to  blind,  and  feet  to  lame. 

4  Therefore  we  in  love  adoring, 

This  most  blessed  Name  revere ; 
Holy  Jesus,  Thee  imploring 

So  to  write  it  in  us  here, 
That  hereafter  heavenward  soaring, 

We  may  sing  with  angels  there. 

Unknown  Author  of  the  14th  and  15th  Century. 
Tr.  by  Rev.  John  Mason  Neale  (1818— 1866),  1851.     Ab.  and  alt. 


376 


C  M. 
Converting  Grace. 

O  gift  of  gifts  !  O  grace  of  faith  ! 

My  God,  how  can  it  be 
That  Thou,  who  hast  discerning  love, 

Shouldst  give  that  gift  to  me  ? 

How  many  hearts  Thou  mightst  have  had 

More  innocent  than  mine, 
How  many  souls  more  worthy  far 

Of  that  sweet  touch  of  Thine  ! 


272  CHRIST   ADORKD. 

3  Ah,  grace,  into  unlikeliest  hearts 

It  is  thy  boast  to  come, 
The  glory  of  thy  light  to  find 
In  darkest  spots  a  home. 

4  The  crowd  of  cares,  the  weightiest  cross, 

Seem  trifles  less  than  light ; 
Earth  looks  so  little  and  so  low 
When  faith  shines  full  and  bright. 

5  O  happy,  happy  that  I  am ! 

If  Thou  canst  be,  O  faith, 
The  treasure  that  thou  art  in  life, 
What  wilt  thou  be  in  death  ? 

Rev.  Frederick  William  Faber  (1814— 1863),  1848.     Ab. 

O77  C.  M. 

Ji    /  " 'Jcsu,  Rex  admirabilis." 

1  O  Jesus,  King  most  wonderful, 

Thou  Conqueror  renowned, 
Thou  sweetness  most  ineffable, 
In  whom  all  joys  are  found  : 

2  When  once  Thou  visitest  the  heart, 

Then  truth  begins  to  shine, 
Then  earthly  vanities  depart, 
Then  kindles  love  divine. 

3  O  Jesus,  Light  of  all  below, 

Thou  Fount  of  life  and  fire, 
Surpassing  all  the  joys  we  know, 
And  all  we  can  desire  : 

4  May  every  heart  confess  Thy  Name, 

And  ever  Thee  adore  ; 
And,  seeking  Thee,  itself  inflame 
To  seek  Thee  more  and  more. 

5  Thee  may  our  tongues  forever  bless  ; 

Thee  may  we  love  alone ; 


AND    PRAISED.  273 

And  ever  in  our  lives  express 
The  image  of  Thine  own. 

Bernard  of  Clairvaux  11091 — 1153),  1140. 
Tr.  by  Rev  Edward  Caswall  (1814—1878;,  1849.     S1-  alt 


378 


C.  M. 
Converting  Grace  commemorated. 


O  for  a  thousand  tongues  to  sing 

My  dear  Redeemer's  praise  ; 
The  glories  of  my  God  and  King, 

The  triumphs  of  His  grace. 
My  gracious  Master  and  my  God, 

Assist  me  to  proclaim, 
To  spread,  through  all  the  earth  abroad, 

The  honors  of  Thy  Name. 
Jesus,  the  Name  that  charms  our  fears, 

That  bids  our  sorrows  cease  ; 
'Tis  music  in  the  sinner's  ears, 

'Tis  life,  and  health,  and  peace. 
He  breaks  the  power  of  cancelled  sin, 

He  sets  the  prisoners  free  ; 
His  blood  can  make  the  foulest  clean, 

His  blood  availed  for  me. 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley  (1708— 1788),  1740.     Ab. 


8.8.8.5. 

" ''Sing  unto  the  Lord." — Ps.  xxvi.  7. 


379 

1  Sing  of  Jesus,  sing  forever, 

Of  the  love  that  changes  never, 
Who  or  what  from  Him  can  sever 
Those  He  makes  His  own  ? 

2  With  His  blood  the  Lord  has  bought  them ; 
When  they  knew  Him  not,  He  sought  them. 
And  from  all  their  wanderings  brought 

them  ; 
His  the  praise  alone. 


274  AND  PRAISED. 

3  Through  the  desert  Jesus  leads  them, 
With  the  bread  of  Heaven  He  feeds  them, 
And  through  all  the  way  He  speeds  them 

To  their  home  above. 

4  There  they  see  the  Lord  who  bought  them, 
Him  who  came  from  Heaven,  and  sought 

them, 
Him  who  by  His  Spirit  taught  them, 
Him  they  serve  and  love. 

Rev.  Thomas  Kelly  (1769— 1855),  1815.     Ab. 

QQH  8.8.8.5. 

W©  V  One  Song  on  Earth  and  in  Heaven. 

i  Saints  in  glory,  we  together 
Know  the  song  that  ceases  never ; 
Song  of  songs,  Thou  art,  O  Saviour, 
All  that  endless  day. 

2  Theme  of  Adam,  when  forgiven, 
Theme  of  Abr'am,  David,  Stephen  ; 
Souls,  ye  chant  it  entering  Heaven, 

Now,  henceforth,  alway. 

3  Come,  ye  angels,  round  us  gather, 
While  to  Jesus  we  draw  nearer  ; 
In  His  throne  He'll  seat  forever 

Those  for  whom  He  died. 

4  Underneath  His  throne  a  river, 
Clear  as  crystal,  flows  forever, 
Like  His  fulness,  failing  never : 

Hail,  enthroned  Lamb ! 

5  O  the  unsearchable  Redeemer  ! 
Shoreless  ocean,  sounded  never ! 
Yesterday,  to-day,  forever, 

Jesus  Christ,  the  same. 

Rev.  Nehemiah  Adams  (180&— 1878),  1864.     Ab. 


381 


382 


FAITH    IX    CHRIST.  275 

6.  6.  4.  6.6.  6.  4. 
"3fy  Faith  looks  vj>  to  I'hee." 

i   My  faith  looks  up  to  Thee, 
Thou  Lamb  of  Calvary, 

Saviour  divine  : 
Now  hear  me  while  I  pray, 
Take  all  my  guilt  away, 
O  let  me  from  this  day 

Be  wholly  Thine. 

2  May  Thy  rich  grace  impart 
Strength  to  my  fainting  heart, 

My  zeal  inspire ; 
As  Thou  hast  died  for  me, 
O  may  my  love  to  Thee, 
Pure,  warm,  and  changeless  be, 

A  living  fire. 

3  While  life's  dark  maze  I  tread, 
And  griefs  around  me  spread, 

Be  Thou  my  Guide  ; 
Bid  darkness  turn  to  day, 
Wipe  sorrow's  tears  away, 
Nor  let  me  ever  stray 

From  Thee  aside. 
4.  When  ends  life's  transient  dream, 
When  death's  cold,  sullen  stream 

Shall  o'er  me  roll ; 
Blest  Saviour,  then,  in  love, 
Fear  and  distrust  remove  ; 
O,  bear  me  safe  above, 

A  ransomed  soul. 

Rev.  Ray  Palmer  (1808—        ),  1830 

6.  6.  4.  6.  6.  6.  4. 
"%'sus,  my  Lord!" 

i  Jesus,  Thy  Name  I  love, 
All  other  names  above, 


276  I,OVE  TO  CHRIST. 

Jesus,  my  Lord ! 

0  Thou  art  all  to  me  ; 
Nothing  to  please  I  see, 
Nothing  apart  from  Thee, 

Jesus,  my  Lord ! 

2  When  unto  Thee  I  flee, 
Thou  wilt  my  Refuge  be, 

Jesus,  my  Lord  ! 
What  need  I  now  to  fear? 
What  earthly  grief  or  care, 
Since  Thou  art  ever  near, 

Jesus,  my  Lord  ! 

3  Soon  Thou  wilt  come  again  : 

1  shall  be  happy  then, 
Jesus,  my  Lord  ! 

Then  Thine  own  face  I'll  see, 
Then  I  shall  like  Thee  be, 
Then  evermore  with  Thee, 
Jesus,  my  Lord  ! 

James  George  Deck  (1802 —        ),  1837.     Ab. 

QQQ  c-  M-  D- 

00  w  Safety  and  Rest  in  Christ. 

i  O  Lord,  how  happy  is  the  time 

When  in  Thy  love  I  rest ; 
When  in  my  weariness  I  climb 

E'en  to  Thy  tender  breast. 
The  night  of  sorrow  endeth  there : 

Thou'rt  brighter  than  the  sun  ; 
And  in  Thy  pardon,  and  Thy  care, 

The  Heaven  of  Heaven  is  won. 
2  Let  this  world  call  itself  my  foe, 

Or  let  the  world  allure  : 
I  care  not  for  the  world ;  I  go 

To  this  dear  Friend  and  sure ; 


I.OVE  TO   CHRIST.  277 

And  when  life's  fiercest  storms  are  sent 

Upon  life's  wildest  sea, 
My  little  bark  is  confident, 

Because  it  holds  by  Thee. 

3  When  Thy  law  threatens  endless  death 

Upon  the  awful  hill, 
Straightway  from  its  consuming  breath 

My  soul  goes  higher  still ; 
Goeth  to  Jesus,  wounded,  slain, 

And  maketh  Him  her  home, 
Whence  she  will  not  go  out  again, 

And  where  death  cannot  come. 

4  Thou  art  my  Rest :  on  Thee  I  lean  ; 

Thou  mak'st  my  heart  to  sing, 
And  to  Thy  heavenly  pastures  green 

All  Thy  dear  flock  dost  bring. 
That  is  not  losing  much  of  life 

Which  is  not  losing  Thee, 
Who  art  as  present  in  the  strife 

As  in  the  victory. 

Wolfgang  Christopher  Deszler  (1660 — 1722),  1692. 
Tr.  hy  George  Mac  Donald  (1824 —        ),  1874.     Ab.  and  si.  alt. 

38  a  ' '  The  Crucified  ' ' 

i   Ask  ye  what  great  thing  I  know 
That  delights  and  stirs  me  so  ? 
What  the  high  reward  I  win  ? 
Whose  the  name  I  glory  in  ? 
Jesus  Christ,  the  Crucified. 

2  What  is  faith's  foundation  strong? 
What  awakes  my  lips  to  song? 
He  who  bore  my  sinful  load, 
Purchased  for  me  peace  with  God, 
Jesus  Christ,  the  Crucified. 


278  LOVE  TO  CHRIST. 

3  Who  defeats  my  fiercest  foes? 
Who  consoles  my  saddest  woes  ? 
Who  revives  my  fainting  heart, 
Healing  all  its  hidden  smart? 

Jesus  Christ,  the  Crucified. 

4  Who  is  Life  in  life  to  me? 

Who  the  Death  of  death  will  be? 
Who  will  place  me  on  His  right 
With  the  countless  hosts  of  light? 
Jesus  Christ,  the  Crucified. 

5  This  is  that  great  thing  I  know ; 
This  delights  and  stirs  me  so : 
Faith  in  Him  who  died  to  save, 
Him  who  triumphed  o'er  the  grave, 

Jesus  Christ,  the  Crucified. 

Rev.  John  Samuel  Bewley  Monsell  (1811— 1875),  1863. 

QQE  c  p- M- 

003  "Love  Divine." 

i  O  Love  divine,  how  sweet  Thou  art  I 
When  shall  I  find  my  willing  heart 

All  taken  up  by  Thee  ? 
I  thirst,  and  faint,  and  die  to  prove 
The  greatness  of  redeeming  love, 

The  love  of  Christ  to  me. 

2  God  only  knows  the  love  of  God ; 
O  that  it  now  were  shed  abroad 

In  this  poor,  stony  heart ! 
For  love  I  sigh,  for  love  I  pine 
This  only  portion,  Lord,  be  mine, 

Be  mine  this  better  part. 

3  O  that  I  could  forever  sit 
With  Mary  at  the  Master's  feet ! 

Be  this  my  happy  choice, 


CHRIST    PRAISED.  279 

My  only  care,  delight,  and  bliss, 
My  joy,  my  heaven  on  earth,  be  this, 
To  hear  the  Bridegroom's  voice. 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley  (1708—1788),  1749.     Ab. 
300  "  The  Matchless  it  ariA/'—Ps.  lxvi.  2. 

i  O  could  I  speak  the  matchless  worth, 

0  could  I  sound  the  glories  forth, 
Which  in  my  Saviour  shine, 

I'd  soar,  and  touch  the  heavenly  strings, 
And  vie  with  Gabriel  while  he  sings, 
In  notes  almost  divine. 

2  I'd  sing  the  precious  blood  He  spilt, 
My  ransom  from  the  dreadful  guilt 

Of  sin.  and  wrath  divine; 
I'd  sing  His  glorious  righteousness, 
In  which  all-perfect,  heavenly  dress 

My  soul  shall  ever  shine. 

3  I'd  sing  the  characters  He  bears, 
And  all  the  forms  of  love  He  wears, 

Exalted  on  His  throne ; 
In  loftiest  songs  of  sweetest  praise, 

1  would  to  everlasting  days 

Make  all  His  glories  known. 

4  Well,  the  delightful  day  will  come 
When  my  dear  Lord  will  bring  me  home, 

And  I  shall  see  His  face ; 
Then  with  my  Saviour,  Brother,  Friend, 
A  blest  eternity  I'll  spend, 

Triumphant  in  His  grace. 

Rev.  Samuel  Medley  (1738 — 1799),  1789.     Ab. 

OQ7  7.  D 

^U  I  The  Pilgrim  welcomed. 

i   Pilgrim,  burdened  with  thy  sin, 
Come  the  way  to  Zion's  gate : 


280  PILGRIMAGE. 

There,  till  mercy  lets  thee  in, 

Knock,  and  weep,  and  watch,  and  wait. 
Knock,  He  knows  the  sinner's  cry  ; 

Weep,  He  loves  the  mourner's  tears  ; 
Watch,  for  saving  grace  is  nigh  ; 

Wait,  till  heavenly  light  appears. 

2  Hark,  it  is  the  Bridegroom's  voice  : 

"Welcome,  pilgrim,  to  thy  rest !" 
Now  within  the  gate  rejoice, 

Safe,  and  sealed,  and  bought  and  blest : 
Safe,  from  all  the  lures  of  vice ; 

Sealed,  by  signs  the  chosen  know ; 
Bought  by  love,  and  life  the  price  ; 

Blest,  the  mighty  debt  to  owe. 

3  Holy  pilgrim,  what  for  thee 

In  a  world  like  this  remain  ? 
From  thy  guarded  breast  shall  flee 

Fear,  and  shame,  and  doubt,  and  pain  ; 
Fear,  the  hope  of  Heaven  shall  fly  ; 

Shame,  from  glory's  view  retire  ; 
Doubt,  in  certain  rapture  die  ; 

Pain,  in  endless  bliss  expire. 

Rev.  George  Crabbe  (1754 — 1832),  1807.     Ab. 


7.  D. 
Numbered  luith  God's  Sons. 


388 

1   Blessed  are  the  sons  of  God, 
They  are  bought  with  Jesus'  blood 
They  are  ransomed  from  the  grave, 
Life  eternal  they  shall  have  : 
With  them  numbered  may  we  be, 
Here,  and  in  eternity. 
With  them  numbered  may  we  be, 
Here,  and  in  eternity. 


PILGRIMAGE,  2<Sr 

God  did  love  them  in  His  Son, 
Long  before  the  world  begun  ; 
All  their  sins  are  washed  away  ; 
They  shall  stand  in  God's  great  day  : 
With  them  numbered  may  we  be, 
Here,  and  in  eternity. 
With  them  numbered  may  we  be, 
Here,  and  in  eternity. 

They  are  lights  upon  the  earth, 

Children  of  a  heavenly  birth, 

One  with  God,  with  Jesus  one  ; 

Glory  is  in  them  begun  : 

With  them  numbered  may  we  be, 

Here,  and  in  eternity. 

With  them  numbered  may  we  be, 

Here,  and  in  eternity. 

Rev.  Joseph  Humphreys  (1720 —         1,  1743.     Ab. 


389 


7. 
"  Travelling  Home." 

Children  of  the  heavenly  King, 
As  ye  journey,  sweetly  sing; 
Sing  your  Saviour's  worthy  praise, 
Glorious  in  His  works  and  ways. 


2  We  are  travelling  home  to  God, 
In  the  way  the  fathers  trod  : 
They  are  happy  now,  and  we 
Soon  their  happiness  shall  see. 

3  Shout,  ye  little  flock,  and  blest, 
You  on  Jesus'  throne  shall  rest ; 
There  your  seat  is  now  prepared, 
There  your  kingdom  and  reward. 


282  PII,GRIMAGK. 

4  Fear  not,  brethren,  joyful  stand 
On  the  borders  of  your  land ; 
Jesus  Christ,  your  Father's  Son, 
Bids  you  undismayed  go  on. 

5  Lord,  obediently  we  go, 
Gladly  leaving  all  below  ; 
Only  Thou  our  Leader  be, 
And  we  still  will  follow  Thee. 

Rev.  John  Cennick  (1717 — 1755),  1742.     Ab 
OwV  "  Onward  go." 

i  Oft  in  sorrow,  oft  in  woe, 

Onward,  Christians,  onward  go ; 
Bear  the  toil,  maintain  the  strife, 
Strengthened  with  the  Bread  of  Life. 

2  Let  not  sorrow  dim  your  eye, 
Soon  shall  every  tear  be  dry  ; 
Let  not  fear  your  course  impede, 
Great  your  strength,  if  great  your  need. 

3  Let  your  drooping  hearts  be  glad  ; 
March  in  heavenly  armour  clad  ; 
Fight,  nor  think  the  battle  long, 
Soon  shall  victory  wake  your  song. 

4  Onward  then  to  glory  move  ; 

More  than  conquerors  ye  shall  prove ; 
Though  opposed  by  many  a  foe, 
Christian  soldiers,  onward  go. 

Henry  Kirke  White  (1785— 1806),  1806.     Very  much  alt. 
WwJL  "Faint  not,  Christian." 

i  Faint  not,  Christian,  though  the  road, 
Leading  to  thy  blest  abode, 
Darksome  be,  and  dangerous,  too ; 
Christ,  thy  Guide,  will  bring  thee  through. 


PILGRIM  AC  J..  283 

2  Faint  not,  Christian,  though  the  world 
Has  its  hostile  flag  unfurled ; 

Hold  the  cross  of  Jesus  fast, 
Thou  shalt  overcome  at  last. 

3  Faint  not,  Christian,  though  within 
There's  a  heart  so  prone  to  sin  ; 
Christ,  the  Lord,  is  over  all, 

He'll  not  suxTer  thee  to  fall. 

4  Faint  not,  Christian,  look  on  high 
See  the  harpers  in  the  sky : 
Patient,  wait,  and  thou  wilt  join 
Chant  with  them  of  love  divine. 

Rev.  James  Harrington  Evans  (1785 — 1840),  1833.     Ab 

QQrt  8.7.61. 

\Jw  ^  Prayer  for  Guidance. — Numbers  x.  33. 

i  Lead  us,  heavenly  Father,  lead  us 
X.       O'er  the  world's  tempestuous  sea  ; 
Guard  us,  guide  us,  keep  us,  feed  us, 

For  we  have  no  help  but  Thee ; 
Yet  possessing  even-  blessing, 
If  our  God  our  Father  be. 

2  Saviour,  breathe  forgiveness  o'er  us  ; 

All  our  weakness  Thou  dost  know  ; 
Thou  didst  tread  this  earth  before  us  ; 

Thou  didst  feel  its  keenest  woe ; 
Lone  and  dreary,  faint  and  weary, 

Through  the  desert  Thou  didst  go. 

3  Spirit  of  our  God,  descending. 

Fill  our  hearts  with  heavenly  joy, 
Love  with  every  passion  blending, 

Pleasure  that  can  never  cloy  ; 
Thus  provided,  pardoned,  guided, 

Nothing  can  our  peace  destroy. 

[.imcr.  Edraeston    1791—1867),  1820 


284  PILGRIMAGE. 

QQO  8.  7.  4. 

www  " Lead  us." 

i  Saviour,  like  a  shepherd  lead  us, 
Much  we  need  Thy  tender  care ; 
In  Thy  pleasant  pastures  feed  us, 
For  our  use  Thy  folds  prepare. 
|| :  Blessed  Jesus,  Blessed  Jesus, 
Thou  hast  bought  us,  Thine  we  are.  :  j  | 

2  We  are  Thine,  do  Thou  befriend  us, 

Be  the  guardian  of  our  way  ; 
Keep  Thy  flock,  from  sin  defend  us, 
Seek  us  when  we  go  astray  ; 
|| :  Blessed  Jesus,  Blessed  Jesus, 
Hear  the  children  when  they  pray.  :|| 

3  Early  let  us  seek  Thy  favor, 

Early  let  us  do  Thy  will ; 
Holy  Lord,  our  only  Saviour, 
With  Thy  grace  our  bosoms  fill ; 
|| :  Blessed  Jesus,  Blessed  Jesus, 
Thou  hast  loved  us,  love  us  still.  :|| 

Miss  Dorothy  Ann  Thrupp  (1779— 1847),  1838.     Ab. 

394 

1  Safk  across  the  waters, 

Foes  forever  gone, 
Now  we  march  in  safety, 

God  our  guide  alone. 
'Tis  the  silent  desert, 

Sand  and  rock  and  waste  ; 
But  the  chain  is  broken, 

And  the  peril  past. 
Onward,  then,  right  onward, 

This  our  watchword  still : 
Till  we  reach  the  glory 

Of  the  wondrous  hill. 


6.  5.  D. 

The  Desert  March. 


395 


PILGRIMAGE.  285 

On  through  waste  and  blackness, 

O'er  our  desert  road  : 
On  till  Sinai  greets  us, 

Mountain  of  our  God  ! 
On  past  Edom's  valley, 

Moab's  mountain  wall, 
Jordan's  sea-board  rushings, 

The  pillar-eloud  o'er  all. 
Past  the  palmy  city, 

Rock  and  hill  our  road  : 
On  till  Salem  greets  us, 

City  of  our  God. 

Rev.  Horatius  Bonar  (1808—         ),  1861.     Ab.  and  si.  alt. 

5.  8.  5. 
' '  yesu ,  geh  voran." 

i  Jesus,  still  lead  on, 
Till  our  rest  be  won  ; 
And  although  the  way  be  cheerless, 
We  will  follow,  calm  and  fearless : 
Guide  us  by  Thy  hand 
|| :  To  our  Fatherland.  :|| 

2  If  the  way  be  drear, 
If  the  foe  be  near. 

Let  not  faithless  fears  o'ertake  us, 
Let  not  faith  and  hope  forsake  us ; 
For,  through  many  a  foe, 
|| :  To  our  home  we  go.  :|| 

3  When  we  seek  relief 
From  a  long-felt  grief, 

When  temptations  come  alluring, 
Make  us  patient  and  enduring ; 
Show  us  that  bright  shore, 
|| :  Where  we  weep  no  more.  :|| 


286  PILGRIMAGE. 

4  Jesus,  still  lead  on, 
Till  our  rest  be  won  ; 
Heavenly  Leader,  still  direct,  us, 
Still  support,  console,  protect  us, 
Till  Ave  safely  stand 
|| :  In  our  Fatherland.  :|| 

Nicolaus  Ludwig  Zinzendorf  (1700 — 1760),  1721. 
Tr.  by  Miss  Jane  Eorthwick  (1825—        ),  1853.     SI.  alt 


5.  S.  5. 
Wer  ist  ivohl  wie  Du  ?" 


396 

1  Jesus,  who  can  be 

Once  compared  with  Thee  ! 
Source  of  rest  and  consolation, 
Life  and  light,  and  full  salvation ; 

Son  of  God,  with  Thee 

None  compared  can  be  ! 

2  Thou  hast  died  for  me, 
From  all  misery 

And  distress  me  to  deliver, 
And  from  death  to  save  forever ; 

I  am  by  Thy  blood 

Reconciled  to  God. 

3  Grant  me  steadiness, 
Lord,  to  run  my  race, 

Following  Thee  with  love  most  tender, 
So  that  Satan  may  not  hinder 

Me  by  craft  or  force  ; 

Further  Thou  my  course. 

4  When  I  hence  depart, 
Strengthen  Thou  my  heart ; 

Where  Thou  art,  O  Lord,  convey  me, 
In  Thy  righteousness  array  me, 


PILGRIMAGE.  287 

That  at  Thy  right  hand 
Joyful  I  may  stand. 

Rev.  Johann  Anastasius  Freylinghausen  (1670 — 1739),  1 7 1 3 - 
Tr.  by  Rev.  John  Gambold  (1711  —  1 77 1 1 ,  1754.     Ab.  and  alt. 

3Q7  7.  6.  D. 

^\J  1  The  Pilgrims   of  Jesus. 

i   O  happy  band  of  pilgrims, 

If  onward  ye  will  tread, 
With  Jesus  as  your  Fellow, 

To  Jesus  as  your  Head. 
O  happy,  if  ye  labor 

As  Jesus  did  for  men  : 
O  happy,  if  ye  hunger 

As  Jesus  hungered  then. 

2  The  cross  that  Jesus  carried 

He  carried  as  your  due  : 
The  crown  that  Jesus  weareth 

He  weareth  it  for  you. 
The  faith  by  which  ye  see  Him, 

The  hope  in  which  ye  yearn, 
The  love  that  through  all  trouble 

To  Him  alone  will  turn  : 

3  What  are  they  but  forerunners 

To  lead  you  to  His  sight  ? 
What  are  they  save  th'  effluence 

Of  uncreated  Light? 
The  trials  that  beset  you, 

The  sorrows  ye  endure, 
The  manifold  temptations 

That  death  alone  can  cure  : 

4  What  are  they,  but  His  jewels 

Of  right  celestial  worth? 
What  are  they  but  the  ladder, 
Set  up  to  Heaven  on  earth  ? 


288  PILGRIMAGE. 

0  happy  band  of  pilgrims, 
Look  upward  to  the  skies ; 

Where  such  a  light  affliction 
Shall  win  you  such  a  prize. 

Joseph  of  the  Studium  (      — 883), 
Rev.  John  Mason  Neale  (1818— 1866),  1862.     SI.  alt. 

OQQ  8.  7.  D. 

OWU  "Gently,  Lord." 

i  Gentry,  Lord,  O  gently  lead  us, 

Pilgrims  in  this  vale  of  tears, 
Through  the  trials  yet  decreed  us, 

Till  our  last  great  change  appears. 
When  temptation's  darts  assail  us, 

When  in  devious  paths  we  stray, 
Let  Thy  goodness  never  fail  us, 

Lead  us  in  Thy  perfect  way. 

2  In  the  hour  of  pain  and  anguish, 

In  the  hour  when  death  draws  near, 
Suffer  not  our  hearts  to  languish, 

Suffer  not  our  souls  to  fear ; 
And,  when  mortal  life  is  ended, 

Bid  us  in  Thine  arms  to  rest, 
Till,  by  angel  bands  attended, 

We  awake  among  the  blest. 

Thomas  Hastings  (,1784 — 1872),  1830,  1850,  1859. 

QQQ  8.7.4. 

■tJ\JU  Prayer  for  Guidance. 

i  Guide  me,  O  Thou  great  Jehovah, 
Pilgrim  through  this  barren  land  ; 

1  am  weak,  but  Thou  art  mighty  ; 
Hold  me  with  Thy  powerful  hand ; 

|| :  Bread  of  Heaven,  :|| 
Feed  me  till  I  want  no  more. 


PILGRIMAGE.  289 

2  Open  now  the  crystal  fountain, 

Whence  the  healing  stream  doth  flow  : 
Let  the  fire  and  cloudy  pillar 

Lead  me  all  my  journey  through  : 

|| :  Strong  Deliverer,  :|| 
Be  Thou  still  my  strength  and  shield. 

3  When  I  tread  the  verge  of  Jordan, 

Bid  my  anxious  fears  subside ; 
Death  of  deaths,  and  hell's  destruction, 
Land  me  safe  on  Canaan's  side: 

|| :  Songs  of  praises,  :|| 
I  will  ever  give  to  Thee. 

Rev.  Peter  Williams  (1719 — 1796),  1771.    v.  r. 
Rev.  William  Williams  ( 171 7 — 1 79 1 ) ,  1773.     Ab. 

Ann  6.6.8.6.8.7. 

4TwU  "'On  our  Way  to  God." — Heb.  xi.  14. 

1  To  Canaan's  sacred  bound 

We  haste  with  songs  of  joy, 
Where  peace  and  liberty  are  found, 
And  sweets  that  never  cloy. 

Hallelujah!  Hallelujah! 
We  are  on  our  way  to  God. 

2  Our  toils  and  conflicts  cease 

On  Canaan's  happy  shore  ; 
We  there  shall  dwell  in  endless  peace. 
And  never  hunger  more. 

Hallelujah!  Hallelujah! 
We  are  on  our  way  to  God. 

3  There,  in  celestial  strains, 

Enraptured  myriads  sing ; 
There  love  in  every  bosom  reigns, 
For  God  Himself  is  King. 

Hallelujah!  Hallelujah! 
We  are  on  our  way  to  God. 

Rev.  Thomas  Kelly  (1769 — 1855),  i*rs,  1753      Ac. 


290  PILGRIMAGE. 

Af\\  6-  6.  8.  6.  8.  7. 

tvl  Pressing  onward. 

i  This  is  the  day  of  toil 

Beneath  earth's  sultry  noon  ; 
This  is  the  day  of  service  true, 
But  the  rest  cometh  soon. 

Hallelujah  !  Hallelujah  ! 
There  remains  a  rest  for  us. 

2  Onward  we  press  in  haste, 

Upward  our  journey  still  ; 
Ours  is  the  path  the  Master  trod, 
Through  good  report  and  jll. 
Hallelujah!  Hallelujah! 
There  remains  a  rest  for  us. 

3  The  way  may  rougher  grow, 

The  weariness  increase ; 
We  gird  our  loins,  and  hasten  on  ; 
The  end,  the  end  is  peace. 

Hallelujah  !  Hallelujah  ! 
There  remains  a  rest  for  us. 

Rev.  Horatius  Bonar  (1808 —         ),  1866.     Ac 
iWU  Jacob' a  Vow. — Gen.  xxviii.  20 — 22. 

i  O  God  of  Bethel,  by  whose  hand 
Thy  people  still  are  fed  ; 
Who  through  this  weary  pilgrimage 
Hast  all  our  fathers  led  ; 

2  Our  vows,  our  prayers,  we  now  present 

Before  Thy  throne  of  grace  : 
God  of  our  fathers,  be  the  God 
Of  their  succeeding  race. 

3  Through  each  perplexing  path  of  lifr 

Our  wandering  footsteps  guide  ; 
Give  us  each  day  our  daily  bread. 
And  raiment  fit  provide. 


PILGRIMAGE.  29I 

4  O  spread  Thy  covering  wings  around, 
Till  all  our  wanderings  cease, 
And,  at  our  Father's  loved  abode, 
Our  souls  arrive  in  peace. 

Rev.  Philip  Doddridge  (1702 — 1751),  1737. 
Michael  Bruce  (1746— 1767),  1781.     Alt. 

AfiQ  c  M- 

AVw  The  March  to  Canaan. 

i   Forth  to  the  Land  of  Promise  bound, 
Our  desert  path  we  tread  ; 
God's  fiery  pillar  for  our  guide, 
His  Captain  at  our  head. 

2  E'en  now  we  faintly  trace  the  hills, 

And  catch  their  distant  blue  ; 
And  the  bright  city's  gleaming  spires 
Rise  dimly  on  our  view. 

3  Soon,  when  the  desert  shall  be  crossed, 

The  flood  of  death  past  o'er, 
Our  pilgrim  hosts  shall  safely  land 
On  Canaan's  peaceful  shore. 

4  There  love  shall  have  its  perfect  work, 

And  prayer  be  lost  in  praise  ; 

And  all  the  servants  of  our  God 

Their  endless  anthems  raise. 

Rev.  Henry  Alford  (1810— 1871),  183c 

Af\A  C.  M. 

jT  UT         The  High-way  to  Zwn. — Is.  xxxv.  8 — 10. 

i  Sing,  ye  redeemed  of  the  Lord, 
Your  great  Deliverer  sing  : 
Pilgrims  for  Zion's  city  bound, 
Be  joyful  in  your  King. 
2  A  hand  divine  shall  lead  you  on 
Through  all  the  blissful  road, 
Till  to  the  sacred  mount  you  rise, 
And  see  your  smiling  God. 


292  PILGRIMAGE. 

3  There  garlands  of  immortal  joy 

Shall  bloom  on  every  head  ; 
While  sorrow,  crying,  and  distress, 
Like  shadows  all  are  fled. 

4  March  on  in  your  Redeemer's  strength; 

Pursue  His  footsteps  still ; 
And  let  the  prospect  cheer  your  eye, 
While  laboring  up  the  hill. 

Rev.  Philip  Doddridge  (1702 — 1751),  1755. 

Ann  c  M 

JtVW  Heavenly  Hope. 

i  When  I  can  read  my  title  clear 
To  mansions  in  the  skies, 
I  bid  farewell  to  every  fear, 
And  wipe  my  weeping  eyes. 

2  Should  earth  against  my  soul  engage, 

And  hellish  darts  be  hurled, 
Then  I  can  smile  at  Satan's  rage, 
And  face  a  frowning  world. 

3  Let  cares  like  a  wild  deluge  come, 

And  storms  of  sorrow  fall ; 
May  I  but  safely  reach  my  home, 
My  God,  my  Heaven,  my  All ; 

4  There  shall  I  bathe  m\r  weary  soul 

In  seas  of  heavenly  rest, 
And  not  a  wave  of  trouble  roll 
Across  my  peaceful  breast. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts  (1674 — 1748),  1709. 

Ar\£  c.  m. 

X  wU  Watching  for  the  Morning. 

i  Light  of  the  lonely  pilgrim's  heart, 
Star  of  the  coming  day, 
Arise,  and,  with  Thy  morning  beams, 
Chase  all  our  griefs  away. 


PILGRIMAGE.  293 

2  Come,  blessed  Lord,  bid  every  shore 

And  answering  island  sing 
The  praises  of  Thy  royal  Name, 
And  own  Thee  as  their  King. 

3  Lord,  Lord,  Thy  fair  creation  groans, 

The  air,  the  earth,  the  sea, 
In  unison  with  all  our  hearts, 
And  calls  aloud  for  Thee. 

4  Thine  was  the  cross,  with  all  its  fruits 

Of  grace  and  peace  divine  : 
Be  Thine  the  crown  of  glory  now, 
The  palm  of  victory  Thine. 

Sir  Edward  Denny  (1796 —        ),  1839.     Ab. 

AC\^  10-4-  10- 10- 

^tU  l  "Lead  Thou  me  on." 

i   Lead,  kindly  Light,  amid  th'  encircling 

Lead  Thou  me  on  ;  [gloom, 

The  night  is  dark,  and  I  am  far  from  home, 

Lead  Thou  me  on  ; 
Keep  Thou  my  feet ;  I  do  not  ask  to  see 
The  distant  scene  ;  one  step  enough  for  me. 

2  I  was  not  ever  thus,  nor  prayed  that  Thou 

Shouldst  lead  me  on  ; 
I  loved  to  choose  and  see  my  path;  but  now 

Lead  Thou  me  on  ! 
I  loved  the  garish  day,  and,  spite  of  fears, 
Pride  ruled  my  will.     Remember  not  past 

years ! 

3  So  long  Thy  power  has  blest  me,  sure  it  still 

Will  lead  me  on 
O'er  moor  and  fen,  o'er  crag  and  torrent,  till 
The  night  is  gone, 


294  PILGRIMAGE. 

And  with  the  morn  those  angel  faces  smile 
Which  I  have  loved  long  since,  and  lost 
awhile  ! 

Rev.  John  Henry  Newman  (1801 —        ),  1833. 

Arso  s- M- 

i  UO  Weak  Believers  encouraged. 

i  Your  harps,  ye  trembling  saints, 
Down  from  the  willows  take ; 
L,oud  to  the  praise  of  love  divine 
Bid  every  string  awake. 

2  Though  in  a  foreign  land, 

We  are  not  far  from  home ; 
And  nearer  to  our  house  above 
We  every  moment  come. 

3  His  grace  will  to  the  end 

Stronger  and  brighter  shine  ; 
Nor  present  things,  nor  things  to  come, 
Shall  quench  the  spark  divine. 

4  Soon  shall  our  doubts  and  fears 

Subside  at  His  control ; 
His  loving-kindness  shall  break  through 
The  midnight  of  the  soul. 

5  Blest  is  the  man,  O  God, 

That  stays  himself  on  Thee  ; 
Who  wait  for  Thy  salvation,  Lord, 
Shall  Thy  salvation  see. 

Rev.  Augustus  Montague  Toplady  (1740 — 1778),  1772.     Ab. 

AfiQ  7.6.  d. 

Tvw  "Rise,  my  Soul." 

i  Risk,  my  soul,  and  stretch  thy  wings, 
Thy  better  portion  trace  ; 
Rise  from  transitory  things 
Towards  Heaven,  thy  native  place : 


PILGRIMAGE.  295 

Sun  and  moon  and  stars  decay  ; 

Time  shall  soon  this  earth  remove ; 
Rise,  my  soul,  and  haste  away 

To  seats  prepared  above. 

2  Rivers  to  the  ocean  run, 

Nor  stay  in  all  their  course ; 
Fire,  ascending,  seeks  the  sun  ; 

Both  speed  them  to  their  source : 
So  a  soul,  that's  born  of  God, 

Pants  to  view  His  glorious  face, 
Upward  tends  to  His  abode, 

To  rest  in  His  embrace. 

3  Cease,  ye  pilgrims,  cease  to  mourn, 

Press  onward  to  the  prize  ; 
Soon  our  Saviour  will  return 

Triumphant  in  the  skies : 
Yet  a  season,  and  you  know 

Happy  entrance  will  be  given, 
All  our  sorrows  left  below, 

And  earth  exchanged  for  Heaven. 

Rev.  Robert  Seagrave  (1693 —        ),  1742.     Ab 


410 


7.  6.  D. 
"  Time  is  winging  us  away." 

i  Time  is  winging  us  away 

To  our  eternal  home  ; 
Life  is  but  a  winter's  day, 

A  journey  to  the  tomb  ; 
Youth  and  vigor  soon  will  flee, 

Blooming  beauty  lose  its  charms 
All  that's  mortal  soon  shall  be 

Enclosed  in  death's  cold  arms. 
2  Time  is  winging  us  away 

To  our  eternal  home  ; 
Life  is  but  a  winter's  day, 


296  PILGRIMAGE. 

A  journey  to  the  tomb  ; 
But  the  Christian  shall  enjoy 

Health  and  beauty  soon,  above, 
Far  beyond  the  world's  annoy, 

Secure  in  Jesus'  love. 

John  Burton  (1773 — 1822),  1815 

411  7.6.7.7.7. 

i  JLX  " Neiv  Jerusalem." 

1  We  are  on  our  journey  home, 

Where  Christ  our  Lord  is  gone ; 
We  shall  meet  around  His  throne, 
When  He  makes  His  people  one 
|[:  In  the  new  :[|  Jerusalem. 

2  We  can  see  that  distant  home, 

Though  clouds  rise  dark  between  ; 
Faith  views  the  radiant  dome, 
And  a  lustre  flashes  keen 
|[:  From  the  new  :[|  Jerusalem. 

3  O  glory  shining  far 

From  the  never-setting  Sun, 
O  trembling  morning-star, 
Our  journey's  almost  done 
|| :  To  the  new  :||  Jerusalem. 

4  O  holy,  heavenly  home, 

O  rest  eternal  there  : 
When  shall  the  exiles  come, 

Where  they  cease  from  earthly  care 
|| :  In  the  new  :||  Jerusalem. 

5  Our  hearts  are  breaking  now 

Those  mansions  fair  to  see ; 
O  Lord,  Thy  heavens  bow, 
And  raise  us  up  with  Thee 
|| :  To  the  new  :||  Jerusalem. 

Rev.  Charles  tteecher  (1819—         ),  1857 


PILGRIMAGE.  297 

A  1  «  10.10.11.12. 

±lU         "Lay  Hold  on  eternal  Lifc"—\  Tim.  vi.  12. 

i  Breast  the  wave,  Christian,  when  it  is 
strongest ; 

Watch  for  day,  Christian,  when  night  is 
longest  ; 

Onward  and  onward  still  be  thine  en- 
deavor ; 

The  rest  that  remaineth,  endureth  forever. 

2  Fight  the  fight,  Christian,  Jesus  is  o'er 

thee ; 
Run  the  race,  Christian,  Heaven  is  before 

thee ; 
He  who  hath  promised  faltereth  never  ; 
O  trust  in  the  love  that  endureth  forever. 

3  Lift  the  eye,  Christian,  just  as  it  eloseth  ; 
Raise  the  heart,  Christian,  ere  it  reposeth  ; 
Nothing  thy  soul  from  the  Saviour  shall 

sever ; 
Soon  shalt  thou  mount  upward  to  praise 
Him  forever. 

Joseph  Stammers  (1801 —        ),  1830.     Alt. 
"lij  ''Worn  and  Weary." 

i   My   feet   are   worn  and  wean,-  with  the 
march 
O'er  the  rough  road  and  up  the  steep 
hill-side  : 
O  City  of  our  God,  I  fain  would  see 
Thy  pastures  green,  where  peaceful  wa- 
ters glide. 

2  My   garments,    travel-worn    and  stained 
with  dust, 


298  PILGRIMAGE. 

Oft    rent  by   briers   and   thorns    that 
crowd  my  way, 
Would  fain  be  made,  0  Lord,  my  Right- 
eousness, 
Spotless   and   white   in   Heaven's  un- 
clouded ray. 

3  My  heart  is  weary  of  its  own  deep  sin : 

Sinning,  repenting,  sinning  still  again  ; 
When  shall  my  soul  Thy  glorious  presence 

feel, 
And  find,  dear  Saviour,  it  is  free  from 

stain  ? 

4  Patience,  poor  soul !    the  Saviour's  feet 

were  worn, 
The   Saviour's   heart  and  hands  were 

weary,  too ; 
His   garments   stained  and  travel-worn, 

and  old, 
His  vision  blinded  with  a  pitying  dew. 

5  Love  thou  the  path  of  sorrow  that  He 

trod ; 
Toil  on,  and  wait  in  patience  for  thy 

rest ; 
O  City  of  our  God,  we  soon  shall  see 
Thy  jasper  walls,  home  of  the  loved 

and  blest. 

S.  Roberts.     From  "  Songs  in  the  Night,"  1853. 
TJL  i  "  Thy  Mercy  Sweet." — Ps.  cix.  20. 

i  Sweet  is  Thy  mercy,  Lord ; 
Before  Thy  mercy -seat 
My  soul,  adoring,  pleads  Thy  word, 
And  owns  Thy  mercy  sweet. 


PILGRIMAGE.  299 

2  My  need,  and  Thy  desires, 

Are  all  in  Christ  complete  ; 
Thou  hast  the  justice  truth  requires, 
And  I  Thy  mercy  sweet. 

3  Where'er  Thy  Name  is  blest, 

Where'er  Thy  people  meet, 

There  I  delight  in  Thee  to  rest, 

And  find  Thy  mercy  sweet. 

4  Light  Thou  my  weary  way, 

Place  Thou  my  weary  feet, 
That  while  I  stray  on  earth  I  may 
Still  find  Thy  mercy  sweet. 

5  Thus  shall  the  heavenly  host 

Hear  all  my  songs  repeat 
To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
My  joy,  Thy  mercy  sweet. 

Rev.  John  Samuel  Bewley  Monsell  (1811—1275),  1862. 

41  r  l.  m. 

TTAw  "Seelenbrautigam,  o  Du  Gottes-Lamm." 

i  O  Thou,  to  whose  all-searching  sight 
The  darkness  shineth  as  the  light. 
Search,  prove  my  heart,  it  pants  for  Thee; 
O  burst  these  bonds,  and  set  it  free. 

2  Wash  out  its  stains,  refine  its  dross  ; 
Nail  my  affections  to  the  cross  ; 
Hallow  each  thought ;  let  all  within 
Be  clean,  as  Thou,  my  Lord,  art  clean. 

3  If  in  this  darksome  wild  I  stray, 

Be  Thou  my  Light,  be  Thou  my  Way  ; 

No  foes,  no  violence  I  fear, 

No  fraud,  while  Thou,  my  God,  art  near. 


300  MARCHING   ON. 

4  When  rising  floods  my  soul  o'erflow, 
When  sinks  my  heart  in  waves  of  woe, 
Jesus,  Thy  timely  aid  impart, 

And  raise  my  head,  and  cheer  my  heart. 

5  Saviour,  where'er  Thy  steps  I  see, 
Dauntless,  untired,  I  follow  Thee ; 
O  let  Thy  hand  support  me  still, 
And  lead  me  to  Thy  holy  hill. 

Gerhard  Tersteegen  (1697 — 1769), 
Tr.  by  Rev.  John  Wesley  (1703— 1791),  1738.     Ab. 


416 


6.  5.  D. 
The  Guiding  Banner. 

Brightly  gleams  our  banner, 

Pointing  to  the  sky, 
Waving  wanderers  onward 

To  their  home  on  high  ; 
Journeying  o'er  a  desert, 

Gladly  thus  we  pray, 
Still  with  hearts  united, 

Singing  on  our  way. 
Brightly  gleams  our  banner, 

Pointing  to  the  sky, 
Waving  wanderers  onward 

To  their  home  on  high. 

All  our  days  direct  us 

In  the  way  we  go, 
Lead  us  on  victorious 

Over  every  foe ; 
Bid  Thine  angels  shield  us, 

When  the  storm-clouds  lower, 
Pardon  Thou  and  save  us 

In  the  last  dread  hour. 
Brightly  gleams.  &c. 


417 


MARCHING   ON.  301 

Then  with  saints  and  angels 

May  we  join  above, 
Offering  prayers  and  praises 

At  Thy  throne  of  love ; 
When  the  toil  is  over 

Then  comes  rest  and  peace, 
Jesus  in  His  beauty, 

Songs  that  never  cease. 
Brightly  gleams,  &c. 

Rev.  Thomas  Joseph  Potter  (1825— 1873),  1862.     Ab. 


6.  5.  D. 
" Forivard  into  Light  J '" — Ex.  xiv.  13. 

Forward  !  be  our  watchword, 

Steps  and  voices  joined  ; 
Seek  the  things  before  us, 

Xot  a  look  behind  : 
Burns  the  fiery  pillar 

At  our  army's  head  ; 
Who  shall  dream  of  shrinking, 

By  our  Captain  led? 
Forward  through  the  desert, 

Through  the  toil  and  fight: 
Jordan  flows  before  us, 

Zion  beams  with  light ! 

Forward,  flock  of  Jesus, 

Salt  of  all  the  earth  ; 
Till  each  yearning  purpose 

Spring  to  glorious  birth : 
Sick,  they  ask  for  healing, 

Blind,  "they  grope  for  day; 
Pour  upon  the  nations 

Wisdom's  loving  ray. 
Forward,  out  of  error, 


302  MARCHING   ON. 

Leave  behind  the  night  ; 
Forward  through  the  darkness, 

Forward  into  light ! 
3  Far  o'er  yon  horizon 

Rise  the  city  towers, 
Where  our  God  abideth  ; 

That  fair  home  is  ours : 
Flash  the  walls  with  jasper, 

Shine  the  streets  with  gold ; 
Flows  the  gladdening  river 

Shedding  joys  untold ; 
Thither,  onward  thither, 

In  the  Spirit's  might: 
Pilgrims  to  your  country, 

Forward  into  light ! 

Rev.  Henry  Alford  (1810— 1871),  1865.     Ab.  and  alt 


418 


6.  5.  D. 
"Onward,  Christian  Soldiers." 

Onward,  Christian  soldiers, 

Marching  as  to  war, 
With  the  cross  of  Jesus 

Going  on  before. 
Christ,  the  Royal  Master, 

Leads  against  the  foe  ; 
Forward  into  battle, 

See,  His  banners  go. 
Onward,  Christain  soldiers, 

Marching  as  to  war, 
With  the  cross  of  Jesus 

Going  on  before. 
Like  a  mighty  army 

Moves  the  Church  of  God : 
Brothers,  we  are  treading 

Where  the  saints  have  trod 


WARFARE.  303 

We  are  not  divided, 

All  one  body  we, 
One  in  hope  and  doctrine, 

One  in  charity. 
Onward,  &e. 

3  Crowns  and  thrones  may  perish, 

Kingdoms  rise  and  wane, 
But  the  Church  of  Jesus 

Constant  will  remain  : 
Gates  of  hell  can  never 

'Gainst  that  Church  prevail ; 
We  have  Christ's  own  promise, 

And  that  cannot  fail. 
Onward,  &c. 

4  Onward,  then,  ye  people, 

Join  our  happy  throng, 
Blend  with  ours  your  voices 

In  the  triumph-song : 
Glory,  laud,  and  honor 

Unto  Christ  our  King  ; 
This  through  countless  ages, 

Men  and  angels  sing. 
Onward,  &c. 

Rev.  Sabine  Baring-Gould  (1834 —        ),  1865.     Ab.  and  si.  alt. 


419 


6.5.  D. 
Ou  yap  jSAe'n-eis  tous  TapaTTovTas . 

Christain,  dost  thou  see  them 

On  the  holy  ground, 
How  the  troops  of  Midian 

Prowl  and  prowl  around  ? 
Christain,  up  and  smite  them, 

Counting  gain  but  loss  ; 
Smite  them  by  the  merit 

Of  the  holy  cross. 


304  WARFARE. 

2  Christian,  dost  thou  hear  them, 

How  they  speak  thee  fair? 
1 '  Always  fast  and  vigil  ? 

Always  wrateh  and  prayer?" 
Christian,  say  but  boldly, 

"While  I  breathe  I  pray." 
Peace  shall  follow  battle, 

Night  shall  end  in  day. 

3  ' l  Well  I  know  thy  trouble, 

0  My  servant  true ; 
Thou  art  very  weary, 

1  was  weary,  too  ; 

But  that  toil  shall  make  thee 
Some  day  all  Mine  own, 

And  the  end  of  sorrow 
Shall  be  near  My  throne." 

St.  Andrew  of  Crete  (66o — 732). 
Tr.  by  Rev.  John  Mason  Neale  (1818— 1866),  1862.     Ab. 


L.  M. 
The  good  Fight." — 1  Tim. 


420 

i  Fight  the  good  fight  with  all  thy  might, 
Christ  is  thy  strength,  and  Christ  thy 
Lay  hold  on  life,  and  it  shall  be     [right ; 

|| :  Thy  joy  and  crown  eternally.  :|| 

2  Run    the   straight   race   through    God's 

good  grace, 
Lift  up  thine  eyes,  and  seek  His  face  ; 
Life  with  its  way  before  us  lies, 
|| :  Christ  is  the  path,  and  Christ  the  prize.  :|| 

3  Cast  care  aside,  upon  thy  guide 
Lean,  and  His  mercy  wTill  provide  ; 
Lean,  and  the  trusting  soul  shall  prove 

||:  Christ  is  its  life,  and  Christ  its  love.  :i| 


WARFARE   AND    PTLCRIMAGE.  305 

Faint  not  nor  fear,  His  arms  are  near, 
He  changeth  not,  and  thon  art  dear  : 
Onlv  believe,  and  thon  shalt  see 
That  Christ  is  all  in  all  to  thee.  :|| 

Rev.  John  Samuel  Bewley  Monsell  (1811— 1875'),  1863 


A  rtl  L.  M. 

i  «j  1  " March  boldly  on." 

i  Stand  up,  my  soul,  shake  off  thy  fears, 
And  gird  the  gospel  armor  on  ; 
March  to  the  gates  of  endless  joy, 

Where  Jesus,  thy  great  Captain's  gone. 

2  Hell  and  thy  sins  resist  thy  course, 

But  hell  and  sin  are  vanquished  foes ; 
Thy  Jesus  nailed  them  to  the  cross, 
And  sung  the  triumph  when  He  rose. 

3  Then  let  my  soul  march  boldly  on, 

Press  forward  to  the  heavenly  gate  : 
There  peace  and  joy  eternal  reign, 
And  glittering  robes  for  conquerors  wait. 
a  There  shall  I  wear  a  starry  crown, 
And  triumph  in  almighty  grace  ; 
While  all  the  armies  of  the  skies 
Join  in  my  glorious  Leader's  praise. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts  (1674 — 1748),  1709.     Ab.  and  alt. 

Ann  l.  m. 

T"  U  U  Walking  by  Faith . 

i   'Tis  by  the  faith  of  joys  to  come, 

We  walk  through  deserts  dark  as  night ; 
Till  we  arrive  at  Heaven,  our  home, 
Faith  is  our  guide,  and  faith  our  light. 
2  The  want  of  sight  she  well  supplies ; 
She  makes  the  pearly  gates  appear ; 
Far  into  distant  worlds  she  pries, 
And  brings  eternal  glories  near. 


306  WATCHFULNESS   AND  COURAGE. 

3  Cheerful  we  tread  the  desert  through, 

While  faith  inspires  a  heavenly  ray  ; 

Though  lions  roar  and  tempests  blow, 

And  rocks  and  dangers  fill  the  way. 

4  So  Abr'am,  by  divine  command, 

Left  his  own  house  to  walk  with  God  ; 
His  faith  beheld  the  promised  land, 
And  fired  his  zeal  along  the  road. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts  (1674 — 1748),  1709. 


S.  M. 
The  whole  Armor." — Ertr. 


423 

1  Soldiers  of  Christ,  arise, 

And  put  your  armor  on, 
Strong  in  the  strength  which  God  supplies 
Through  His  eternal  Son. 

2  Strong  in  the  Lord  of  hosts, 

And  in  His  mighty  power, 
Who  in  the  strength  of  Jesus  trusts, 
Is  more  than  conqueror. 

3  Stand,  then,  in  His  great  might, 

With  all  His  strength  endued, 
And  take,  to  arm  you  for  the  fight, 
The  panoply  of  God. 

4  Leave  no  unguarded  place, 

No  weakness  of  the  soul ; 
Take  every  virtue,  every  grace, 
And  fortify  the  whole. 

5  To  keep  your  armor  bright, 

Attend  with  constant  care, 
Still  walking  in  your  Captain's  sight, 
And  watching  unto  prayer, 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley  (1708— 1788),  1749.     Ab. 


424 


CONQUERING   AND   CROWNED.  307 

L.  M.  D. 
'Arm  these  1'hy  Soldiers." 

Arm  these  Thy  soldiers,  mighty  Lord, 
With  shield  of  faith  and  Spirit's  sword ; 
Forth  to  the  battle  may  they  go, 
And  boldly  fight  against  the  foe, 
With  banner  of  the  cross  unfurled, 
And  by  it  overcome  the  world  ; 
And  so  at  last  receive  from  Thee 
The  palm  and  crown  of  victory. 

Come,  ever-blessed  Spirit,  come, 
And  make  Thy  servants'  hearts  Thy  home; 
May  each  a  living  temple  be. 
Hallowed  for  ever,  Lord,  to  Thee  : 
Enrich  that  temple's  holy  shrine 
With  sevenfold  gifts  of  grace  divine  ; 
With  wisdom,  light,  and  knowledge  bless, 
Strength,  counsel,  fear,  and  godliness. 

Bp.  Christopher  Wordsworth  (1807 — 1885),  1863.     Ab. 


425 


S.  M. 
"Be  on  thy  Guard." 

i   My  soul,  be  on  thy  guard  ; 
Ten  thousand  foes  arise, 
And  hosts  of  sin  are  pressing  hard 
To  draw  thee  from  the  skies. 

2  O  watch,  and  fight,  and  pray, 

The  battle  ne'er  give  o'er; 
Renew  it  boldly  every  day, 
And  help  divine  implore. 

3  Xe'er  think  the  victory  won, 

Xor  once  at  ease  sit  down  ; 
Thine  arduous  work  will  not  be  done 
Till  thou  receive  thv  crown. 


308  CONQUERING  AND   CROWNED. 

4  Fight  on,  my  soul,  till  death 
Shall  bring  thee  to  thy  God ; 
He'll  take  thee,  at  thy  parting  breath, 
To  His  divine  abode. 

George  Heath,  1781. 

A9C  SM- 

jTfaiU     "Keep  the  Charge  of  the  Lord." — Lev.  viii.  35. 

i  A  charge  to  keep  I  have, 
A  God  to  glorify, 
A  never-dying  soul  to  save, 
And  fit  it  for  the  sky ; 

2  To  serve  the  present  age, 

My  calling  to  fulfil : 
O  may  it  all  my  powers  engage 
To  do  my  Master's  will. 

3  Arm  me  with  jealous  care, 

As  in  Thy  sight  to  live, 
And  O  Thy  servant,  Lord,  prepare 
A  strict  account  to  give. 

4  Help  me  to  watch  and  pray, 

And  on  Thyself  rely, 
Assured,  if  I  my  trust  betray, 
I  shall  for  ever  die. 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley  (1708— 1788),  1762. 

AfSfJ  S.  M. 

T"4|  /  "  Weigh  not  thy  Life." 

i  My  soul,  weigh  not  tliy  life 
Against  thy  heavenly  crown, 
Nor  suffer  Satan's  deadliest  strife 
To  beat  thy  courage  down. 
2  With  prayer  and  crying  strong, 
Maintain  the  fearful  fight, 
And  let  the  breaking  day  prolong 
The  wrestling  of  the  night. 


1 


CONFLICT   AND    CROWN.  309 

The  battle  soon  will  yield, 

If  thou  thy  part  fulfil ; 
For  strong  as  is  the  hostile  shield, 

Thy  sword  is  stronger  still. 
Thine  armor  is  divine, 

Thy  feet  with  victory  shod  ; 
And  on  thy  head  shall  quickly  shine 

The  diadem  of  God. 

Rev.  Leonard  Swain  (1821 — 1869),  1858.     SI.  alt 


428 


7.  7.  7.  3. 
"■Watch  and  pray." — Mark  xiv.  38 


:   Christaix,  seek  not  yet  repose, 
Cast  thy  dreams  of  ease  away  ; 
Thou  art  in  the  midst  of  foes : 

Watch  and  pray. 
>  Gird  thy  heavenly  armor  on, 
Wear  it  ever,  night  and  day  ; 
Ambushed  lies  the  evil  one  : 

Watch  and  pray. 
I  Hear  the  victors  who  o'ercame  ; 

Still  the}'  mark  each  warrior's  way ; 
All  with  warning  voice  exclaim  : 

Watch  and  pray. 
.  Watch,  as  if  on  that  alone 
Hung  the  issue  of  the  day  ; 
Pray  that  help  may  be  sent  down  : 

Watch  and  pray. 

Bp.  William  Walsham  How  11823 —        ),  1872.     Ab.  and  alt 
M:~<  Charlotte  Elliott  11789 — 1871  ,  i8sg 


429 


7. 
'He  that  overcovieth." — Rev. 


Soldiers,  who  are  Christ's  below 
Strong  in  faith  resist  the  foe 
Boundless  is  the  pledged  reward: 
Unto  them  who  serve  the  Lord. 


3IO  BATTLE   AND   VICTORY. 

2  'Tis  no  palm  of  fading  leaves 
That  the  conqueror's  hand  receivec  ; 
Joys  are  his,  serene  and  pure, 
Light,  that  ever  shall  endure. 

3  For  the  souls  that  overcome, 
Waits  the  beauteous  heavenly  home, 
Where  the  Blessed  evermore 
Tread,  on  high,  the  starry  floor. 

4  Passing  soon,  and  little  worth, 

Are  the  things  that  tempt  on  earth  ; 
Heavenward  lift  thy  soul's  regard  ; 
God  Himself  is  thy  Reward. 

5  Father,  Who  the  crown  dost  give, 
Saviour,  by  Whose  death  we  live, 
Spirit,  Who  our  hearts  dost  raise, 
Three  in  One,  Thy  Name  we  praise. 

Paris  Breviary,  1736. 
Tr.  by  Rev.  J    H.  Clark. 

TtwV  "  Quit  you  like  Men." — 1  Cor.  xri.  13. 

i  Am  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross, 
A  follower  of  the  Lamb  ? 
And  shall  I  fear  to  own  His  cause, 
|| :  Or  blush  to  speak  His  Name?  :|| 

2  Must  I  be  carried  to  the  skies 

On  flowery  beds  of  ease, 
While  others  fought  to  win  the  prize, 
|| :  And  sailed  through  bloody  seas?  :|| 

3  Are  there  no  foes  for  me  to  face  ? 

Must  I  not  stem  the  flood? 
Is  this  vile  world  a  friend  to  grace, 
1 1 :  To  help  me  on  to  God  ?  :  1 1 


BATTLE    AND    VICTORY.  3II 

4  Sure  I  must  fight,  if  I  would  reigu ; 

Increase  my  courage,  Lord  ; 
I'll  bear  the  toil,  endure  the  pain, 
|| :  Supported  by  Thy  word.  :|| 

5  Thy  saints,  in  all  this  glorious  war, 

Shall  conquer,  though  they  die ; 
They  view  the  triumph  from  afar, 
|| :  And  seize  it  with  their  eye.  :|| 

6  When  that  illustrious  day  shall  rise, 

And  all  Thine  armies  shine 
In  robes  of  victory  through  the  skies, 
||:  The  glory  shalf  be  Thine.  :|| 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts  i  1674 — 1748),  1720. 


AQ1  c  M 

iJl  Pressing  on. — Phil.  iii.  12 — 14. 

i  Awake,  my  soul,  stretch  every*  nerve, 
And  press  with  vigor  on  : 
A  heavenly  race  demands  thy  zeal, 
And  an  immortal  crown. 

2  A  cloud  of  witnesses  around 

Hold  thee  in  full  survey  ; 
Forget  the  steps  already  trod, 
And  onward  urge  thy  way. 

3  'Tis  God's  all-animating  voice 

That  calls  thee  from  on  high ; 
'Tis  His  own  hand  presents  the  prize 
To  thine  aspiring  eye  : — 

4  That  prize  with  peerless  glories  bright, 

Which  shall  new  lustre  boast, 
When  victors'  wreaths  and  monarchs' 
Shall  blend  in  common  dust.    Tgems 


312  BATTLE   AND   VICTORY. 

5  Blest  Saviour,  introduced  by  Thee, 
Have  I  my  race  begun  ; 
And,  crowned  with  viclory,  at  Thy  feet 
I'll  lay  my  honors  down. 

Rev.  Philip  Doddridge  (1702 — 1751),  1755. 

AfXO  7.  6.  D. 

i>Jtel  "  Go  forward,  Christian  Soldier." 

i   Go  forward,  Christian  soldier, 

Beneath  His  banner  true  : 
The  Lord  Himself,  thy  Leader, 

Shall  all  thy  foes  subdue. 
His  love  foretells  thy  trials, 

He  knows  thine  hourly  need ; 
He  can,  with  bread  of  Heaven, 

Thy  fainting  spirit  feed. 

2  Go  forward,  Christian  soldier, 

Fear  not  the  secret  foe  ; 
Far  more  are  o'er  thee  watching 

Than  human  eyes  can  know. 
Trust  only  Christ,  thy  Captain, 

Cease  not  to  watch  and  pray ; 
Heed  not  the  treacherous  voices, 

That  lure  thy  soul  astray. 

3  Go  forward,  Christian  soldier, 

Nor  dream  of  peaceful  rest,  . 
Till  Satan's  host  is  vanquished, 

And  Heaven  is  all  possest ; 
Till  Christ  Himself  shall  call  thee 

To  lay  thine  armor  by, 
And  wear,  in  endless  glory, 

The  crown  of  victory. 

4  Go  forward,  Christian  soldier, 

Fear  not  the  gathering  night ; 


BATTLE   AND    VICTORY.  313 

The  Lord  has  been  thy  shelter, 
The  Lord  will  be  thy  light ; 

When  morn  His  face  revealeth, 
Thy  dangers  all  are  past ; 

O  pray  that  faith  and  virtue 
May  keep  thee  to  the  last. 

Rev.  Lawrence  Tuttiett  (1825 —        ),  1866- 


X  w  W  Marching  on . 

i   Rejoice,  ye  pure  in  heart, 

Rejoice,  give  thanks  and  sing  ; 

Your  festal  banner  wave  on  high, 

The  cross  of  Christ  your  King. 

2  Your  clear  hosannas  raise, 

And  alleluias  loud ; 
While  answering  echoes  upward  float, 
Like  wreaths  of  incense-cloud. 

3  Still  lift  your  standard  high, 

Still  march  in  firm  array, 
As  warriors  through  the  darkness  toil, 
Till  dawns  the  golden  day. 

4  At  last  the  march  shall  end, 

The  wearied  ones  shall  rest, 
The  pilgrims  find  the  Father's  house, 
Jerusalem  the  blest. 

5  Then  on,  ye  pure  in  heart  ; 

Rejoice,  give  thanks,  and  sing; 

Your  festal  banner  wave  on  high, 

The  cross  of  Christ  your  King. 

Rev.  Edward  Hayes  Plumptre  (1821 —        J,  Ab. 


314  BATTLE   AND   VICTORY. 

AOA  7.  6.  D. 

TT  W  A^  "Stand  up,  stand  up  /or  Jesus  !  " 

i  Stand  up,  stand  up  for  Jesus, 

Ye  soldiers  of  the  cross ; 
Iyift  high  His  royal  banner, 

It  must  not  suffer  loss : 
From  victory  unto  victory 

His  army  shall  He  lead, 
Till  every  foe  is  vanquished, 

And  Christ  is  L,ord  indeed. 

2  Stand  up,  stand  up  for  Jesus, 

The  trumpet  call  obey  ; 
Forth  to  the  mighty  conflict, 

In  this  His  glorious  day : 
"Ye  that  are  men,  now  serve  Him" 

Against  unnumbered  foes  ; 
Let  courage  rise  with  danger, 

And  strength  to  strength  oppose. 

3  Stand  up,  stand  up  for  Jesus, 

Stand  in  His  strength  alone ; 
The  arm  of  flesh  will  fail  you, 

Ye  dare  not  trust  your  own  : 
Put  on  the  gospel  armor, 

Each  piece  put  on  with  prayer ; 
Where  duty  calls,  or  danger, 

Be  never  wanting  there. 

4  Stand  up,  stand  up  for  Jesus, 

The  strife  will  not  be  long ; 
This  day,  the  noise  of  battle, 

The  next,  the  victor's  song: 
To  him  that  overcometh, 

A  crown  of  life  shall  be ; 


OUR   FORTRKSS.  315 

He  with  the  King  of  Glory 
Shall  reign  eternally. 

Rev.  George  Duffieid  (1818—        ),  1858.     Ab. 
435  "A  Mighty  Fortress" 

i  A  mighty  Fortress  is  our  God, 

A  bulwark  never  failing  ; 
Our  Helper  He,  amid  the  flood 

Of  mortal  ills  prevailing. 
For  still  our  ancient  foe 
Doth  seek  to  work  us  woe  ; 
His  craft  and  power  are  great, 
And  armed  with  cruel  hate, 

On  earth  is  not  his  equal. 

2  Did  we  in  our  own  strength  confide, 

Our  striving  would  be  losing  ; 
Were  not  the  right  man  on  our  side, 

The  man  of  God's  own  choosing. 
Dost  ask  who  that  may  be  ? 
Christ  Jesus,  it  is  He  ; 
Lord  Sabaoth  is  His  Name, 
From  age  to  age  the  same, 

And  He  must  win  the  battle. 

3  And  though  this  world,  with  devils  filled, 

Should  threaten  to  undo  us  ; 
We  will  not  fear,  for  God  hath  willed 

His  truth  to  triumph  through  us. 
The  Prince  of  darkness  grim, 
We  tremble  not  for  him  ; 
His  rage  we  can  endure, 
For  lo  !  his  doom  is  sure  : 

One  little  word  shall  fell  him. 


316  BATTLE  AND   VICTORY. 

4  That  word  above  all  earthly  powers, 
No  thanks  to  them,  abide th  ; 

The  Spirit  and  the  gifts  are  ours 
Through  Him  who  with  us  sideth. 

Let  goods  and  kindred  go, 

This  mortal  life  also  : 

The  body  they  may  kill ; 

God's  truth  abideth  still, 

His  Kingdom  is  for  ever.    ^ 

Rev.  Martin  Luther  (1483 — 1546),  T527. 
Tr.  by  Rev.  Frederick  Henry  Hedge  (1805—        ),  1856? 

AOC  P-  M. 

^±<^^"  Praise  Him,  all  ye  People." — Ps.  cxvii.  1.     Rom.  xv.  ii. 

i  Rejoice  to-day  with  one  accord, 

Sing  out  with  exultation  ; 
Rejoice  and  praise  our  mighty  Lord, 

Whose  arm  hath  brought  salvation  ; 
His  works  of  love  proclaim 
The  greatness  of  His  Name  ; 
For  He  is  God  alone, 
Who  hath  His  mercy  shown  ; 

Let  all  His  saints  adore  Him  ! 

2  When  in  distress  to  Him  we  cried, 

He  heard  our  sad  complaining ; 
Oh,  trust  in  Him,  whate'er  betide, 

His  love  is  all-sustaining ; 
Triumphant  songs  of  praise 
To  Him  our  hearts  shall  raise ; 
Now  every  voice  shall  say, 
' '  O  praise  our  God  alway  ; ' ' 

Let  all  His  saints  adore  Him 

3  Rejoice  to-day  with  one  accord, 

Sing  out  with  exultation  ; 
Rejoice  and  praise  our  mighty  Lord, 


BATT^lv   AND   VICTORY.  3 1 7 

Whose  arm  hath  brought  salvation ; 
His  works  of  love  proclaim 
The  greatness  of  His  Name  ; 
For  He  is  God  alone, 
Who  hath  His  mercy  shown  ; 

Let  all  His  saints  adore  Him  ! 

Rev.  Sir  Henry  Williams  Baker  (1821— 1877),  1S61. 
TrO  I  The  good  Soldier.— 2  Tim.  ii.  3. 

i  March,  march  onward,  soldiers  true  ! 

Take  through  cloud  and  mist  your  way, 
Yonder  flows  the  fount  of  life, 

Yonder  dwells  eternal  day. 
March,  though  myriad  foes  are  nigh, 

Forward  till  you  reach  the  shore, 
Then,  when  all  the  strife  is  done, 

Rest  in  peace  for  evermore. 

2  Hark,  hark,  loud  the  trumpet  sounds! 

Wake,  ye  children  of  the  light ; 
Time  is  past  for  sloth  and  sleep ; 

Wake,  and  arm  you  for  the  fight ! 
Spear  and  sword  each  warrior  needs ; 

Foes  are  round  you,  friends  are  few ; 
Faint  not,  though  the  way  be  long  ; 

Fainting,  still  your  way  pursue  ! 

3  See,  see,  yonder  shines  your  home, 

Gates  of  pearl,  and  streets  of  gold, 
Joy,  that  heart  hath  never  known, 

Bliss,  that  tongue  hath  never  told. 
Victors  then  through  Christ  your  Lord, 

Gathered  round  His  glorious  throne, 
Be  it  yours  to  sing  His  praise, 

Praise  that  He,  your  King,  shall  own. 

His  Royal  Highness,  Prince  Albert  (1819 — 1861),  Ab   and 

sl.  alt. 


3l8  MARCHING  TO   VICTORY. 

A_OQ  P-  M. 

±\JQ  Marching  to  Victory. 

We  march,  we  march  to  viclory, 

With  the  cross  of  the  Lord  before  us, 

WTith  His  loving  eye  looking  down  from 
the  sky, 
And  His  holy  arm  spread  o'er  us, 
His  holy  arm  spread  o'er  us. 

i  We  come  in  the  might  of  the  Lord  of  light, 
A  joyful  host  to  meet  Him  ; 
And  we  put  to  flight  the  armies  of  night, 
|| :  That  the  sons  of  the   day  may  greet 

Him.  :|| 
We  march,  we  march  to  victory, 

With  the  cross  of  the  Lord  before  us, 
With  His  loving  eye  looking  down  from 
the  sky, 
And  His  holy  arm  spread  o'er  us, 
His  holy  arm  spread  o'er  us. 

2  And  the  choir  of  angels  with  song  awaits 

Our  march  to  the  golden  Zion  ; 
For  our  Captain  has  broken  the  brazen 

gates, 
|| :  And  burst  the  bars  of  iron.  :|| 

We  march,  we  march,  &c. 

3  Then    onward   we    march,  our   arms    to 

prove, 
With  the  banner  of  Christ  before  us, 
With  His  eye  of  love  looking  down  from 

above. 
|| :  And  His  holy  arm  spread  o'er  us.  :|| 

We  march,  we  march,  &c. 

Rev.  Gerard  Moultrie  (1839—        ),  1867.     Au. 


CHRIST   AND    HIS   CROSS.  519 

A*Q  L.  M. 

AwC?  Not  ashamed  of  Jesus. — Rom.  i.  16.     Heb.  ii.  11. 

i  Jesus,  and  shall  it  ever  be, 
A  mortal  man  ashamed  of  Thee? 
Ashamed  of  Thee,  whom  angels  praise, 
Whose  glories  shine  through  endless  days? 

2  Ashamed  of  Jesus  !  sooner  far 
Let  evening  blush  to  own  a  star : 
He  sheds  the  beams  of  light  divine 
O'er  this  benighted  soul  of  mine. 

3  Ashamed  of  Jesus,  that  dear  Friend, 
On  whom  my  hopes  of  Heaven  depend! 
No,  when  I  blush,  be  this  my  shame, 
That  I  no  more  revere  His  Name. 

4  Ashamed  of  Jesus  !  yes,  I  may, 
When  I've  no  guilt  to  wash  away, 
No  tear  to  wipe,  no  good  to  crave, 
No  fear  to  quell,  no  soul  to  save. 

5  Till  then,  nor  is  my  boasting  vain, 
Till  then  I  boast  a  Saviour  slain ; 
And  O,  may  this  my  glory  be, 
That  Christ  is  not  ashamed  of  me. 

Rev.  Joseph  Grigg  (         — 1768),  1765.     Ab.  and  alt 
Rev.  Benjamin  Francis  (1734 — 1799),  1787 


A_A.r\  L  M 

1   lw  "  Take  tip  thy  Cross." — Matt.  xvi.  24. 

1  Take  up  thy  cross,  the  Saviour  said, 

If  thou  wouldst  My  disciple  be ; 
Deny  thyself,  the  world  forsake, 
And  humbly  follow  after  Me. 

2  Take  up  thy  cross  ;  let  not  its  weight 

Fill  thy  weak  spirit  with  alarm  ; 


320  CHRIST   AND   HIS   CROSS. 

His  strength  shall  bear  thy  spirit  up, 
And  brace  th}'  heart,  and  nerve  thine 
arm. 

3  Take  up  thy  cross,  nor  heed  the  shame, 

Nor  let  thy  foolish  pride  rebel : 
Thy  Lord  for  thee  the  cross  endured, 
To  save  thy  soul  from  death  and  hell. 

4  Take  up  thy  cross,  and  follow  Christ, 

Nor  think  till  death  to  lay  it  down  ; 
For  only  he  who  bears  the  cross 
May  hope  to  wear  the  starry  crown. 

Rev.  Charles  William  Everest  (1814— 1877),  1833.     Ab.  and  alt. 


AAJ\  8-  7. 

TT^fJi      "In  the  Cross  of  Christ  I  glory. — Gal.  vi.  14. 

i   In  the  cross  of  Christ  I  glory, 

Towering  o'er  the  wrecks  of  time  ; 
All  the  light  of  sacred  story 

Gathers  round  its  head  sublime. 

2  When  the  woes  of  life  o'ertake  me, 

Hopes  deceive,  and  fears  annoy, 
Never  shall  the  cross  forsake  me  ; 
Lo,  it  glows  with  peace  and  joy. 

3  When  the  sun  of  bliss  is  beaming 

Light  and  love  upon  my  way, 
From  the  cross  the  radiance  streaming 
Adds  more  lustre  to  the  day. 

4  Bane  and  blessing,  pain  and  pleasure, 

By  the  cross  are  sanctified ; 
Peace  is  there,  that  knows  no  measure, 
Joys  that  through  all  time  abide. 


CHRIST   AND   HIS  CROSS.  321 

5  In  the  cross  of  Christ  I  glory, 

'Towering  o'er  the  wrecks  of  time; 
All  the  light  of  sacred  story 
Gathers  round  its  head  sublime. 

Sir  John  Bowring  (1792 — 1872),  1825. 
^TTt  M  Hasting  on . 

i  Take,  my  soul,  thy  full  salvation, 
Rise  o'er  sin,  and  fear,  and  care  ; 
Joy  to  find  in  every  station 
Something  still  to  do  or  bear. 

2  Think  what  Spirit  dwells  within  thee ; 

What  a  Father's  smile  is  thine  ; 
What  a  Saviour  died  to  win  thee : 

Child  of  Heaven,  shouldst  thou  repine? 

3  Haste  thee  on  from  grace  to  glory, 

Armed  by  faith,  and  winged  by  prayer : 
Heaven's  eternal  day's  before  thee, 
God's  own  hand  shall  guide  thee  there. 

4  Soon  shall  close  thy  earthly  mission, 

Swift  shall  pass  thy  pilgrim  days, 
Hope  soon  change  to  glad  fruition, 
Faith  to  sight,  and  prayer  to  praise. 

Rev.  Henry  Francis  Lyte  (1793 — 1847),  1824.     Ab 

AA/X  8- 7 

11 J  " Follow  Me." 

i  Jesus  calls  us:  o'er  the  tumult 
Of  our  life's  wild,  restless  sea, 
Day  by  day  His  sweet  voice  soundeth, 
Softly,  clearly— "Follow  Me." 

2  Jesus  calls  us,  from  the  evil 
In  a  world  we  cannot  flee, 


322  TAKING   THE   CROSS. 

From  each  idol  that  would  keep  us, 
Softly,  clearly— "Follow  Me," 

3  Still  in  joy  and  still  in  sadness 

We  discern  our  own  decree  ; 
Still  He  calls,  in  cares  and  pleasures, 
Softly,  clearly — "Follow  Me." 

4  Thou  dost  call  us  !  may  we  ever 

To  Thy  call  attentive  be ; 
Give  our  hearts  to  Thine  obedience, 
Rise,  leave  all,  and  follow  Thee. 

Mrs.  Cecil  Frances  Alexander  (1823 —        ),  1858.     Ab.  and  alt. 

AAA  8.  7.  D. 

ill  " Leaving  all."— Mark  x.  28. 

i  Jesus,  I  my  cross  have  taken, 

All  to  leave,  and  follow  Thee ; 
Destitute,  despised,  forsaken, 

Thou,  henceforth,  my  all  shalt  be : 
Perish,  every  fond  ambition, 

All  I've  sought,  and  hoped,  and  known; 
Yet  how  rich  is  my  condition, 

God  and  Heaven  are  still  my  own  ! 

2  Let  the  world  despise  and  leave  me, 

They  have  left  my  Saviour,  too ; 
Human  hearts  and  looks  deceive  me  ; 

Thou  art  not,  like  man,  untrue; 
And  while  Thou  shalt  smile  upon  me, 

God  of  wisdom,  love,  and  might, 
Foes  may  hate,  and  friends  may  shun  me. 

Show  Thy  face,  and  all  is  bright. 

3  Go,  then,  earthly  fame  and  treasure ; 

Come,  disaster,  scorn,  and  pain  ! 
In  Thy  service,  pain  is  pleasure  ; 
With  Thy  favor,  loss  is  gain. 


GLORYING   IN   THE   CROSS.  325 

I  have  called  Thee,  Abba,  Father ; 

I  have  stayed  my  heart  on  Thee : 
Storms  may  howl,  and  clouds  may  gather, 

All  must  work  for  good  to  me. 

Man  may  trouble  and  distress  me, 

'Twill  but  drive  me  to  Thy  breast ; 
Life  with  trials  hard  may  press  me, 

Heaven  will  bring  me  sweeter  rest. 
O  'tis  not  in  grief  to  harm  me, 

While  Thy  love  is  left  to  me ; 
0  'twere  not  in  joy  to  charm  me, 

Were  that  joy  unmixed  with  Thee. 

Rev.  Henry  Francis  Lyte  (1793 — 1^^7),  1824.     SI    alt 


C.  M. 
No  Cross,  no  Crown. 


445 

1  Must  Jesus  bear  the  cross  alone, 

And  all  the  world  go  free  ? 
No,  there's  a  cross  for  every  one, 
And  there's  a  cross  for  me. 

2  How  happy  are  the  saints  above, 

Who  once  went  sorrowing  here  ! 
But  now  they  taste  unmingled  love, 
And  joy  without  a  tear. 

3  The  consecrated  cross  I'll  bear, 

Till  death  shall  set  me  free  ; 
And  then  go  home  my  crown  to  wear, 
For  there's  a  crown  for  me. 

4  O  precious  cross  !  O  glorious  crown  ! 

O  resurrection  day ! 
Ye  angels,  from  the  stars  come  down, 
And  bear  my  soul  away. 

Thomas  Shephcr  1  '  1665 — 1739),  1692.     Vs.  1.     Alt. 

Prof.  George  Xelson  Allen  (1812 — 1877),  1840.     Vs    2,  3. 

Plymouth  Collection,  1855.     Vs.  4. 


324  GLORYING  IN  THE  CROSS. 

AAC  C  M- 

1    lU  Christ  our  Example. — John  xiii.  15. 

i  Lord,  as  to  Thy  dear  cross  we  flee, 
And  plead  to  be  forgiven, 
So  let  Thy  life  our  pattern  be, 
And  form  our  souls  for  Heaven. 

2  Help  us,  through  good  report  and  ill, 

Our  daily  cross  to  bear  ; 
Like  Thee,  to  do  our  Father's  will, 
Our  brethren's  griefs  to  share. 

3  If  joy  shall  at  Thy  bidding  fly, 

And  grief's  dark  day  come  on, 
We  in  our  turn  would  meekly  cry, 
Father,  Thy  will  be  done. 

4  Should  friends  misjudge,  or  foes  defame 

Or  brethren  faithless  prove, 
Then,  like  Thine  own,  be  all  our  aim 
To  conquer  them  by  love. 

5  Kept  peaceful  in  the  midst  of  strife, 

Forgiving  and  forgiven, 
O  may  we  lead  the  pilgrim's  life, 
And  follow  Thee  to  Heaven. 

Rev.  John  Hampden  Gurney  (1802 — 1862),  1838.     Ab. 


C.  M. 
' am  not  ashamed." — 2  Tim. 


447 

1  I'm  not  ashamed  to  own  my  Lord, 

Or  to  defend  His  cause, 
Maintain  the  honor  of  His  word, 
The  glory  of  His  cross. 

2  Jesus,  my  God  !  1  know  His  Name, 

His  Name  is  all  my  trust ; 


TRUSTING   IN    CHRIST.  325 

Xor  will  He  put  my  soul  to  shame. 
Nor  let  my  hope  be  lost. 

Firm  as  His  throne  His  promise  stands, 

And  He  can  well  secure 
What  I've  committed  to  His  hands, 

Till  the  decisive  hour. 

Then  will  He  own  my  worthless  name 

Before  His  Father's  face, 
And  in  the  Xew  Jerusalem 

Appoint  my  soul  a  place. 

kev.  Isaac  Watts  (1674 — 1742),  1709 


448 


6.  4.  D. 
Zo^epas   TpiKV/xta?. 

i  Fierce  was  the  wild  billow, 

Dark  was  the  night, 
Oars  labored  heavily, 

Foam  glimmered  white, 
Trembled  the  mariners, 

Peril  was  high  ; 
Then  said  the  God  of  gods, 

' '  Peace  !  it  is  I !  " 

2  Ridge  of  the  mountain- wave, 

Lower  thy  crest ! 
Wail  of  Euroclydon, 

Be  thou  at  rest ! 
Sorrow  can  never  be, 

Darkness  must  fly, 
Where  saith  the  Light  of  light, 

' '  Peace  !  it  is  I  !  " 

3  Jesus,  Deliverer, 

Come  Thou  to  me : 
Soothe  Thou  my  voyaging 
Over  life's  sea ; 


326  TRUSTING   IN   CHRIST. 

Thou,  when  the  storm  of  death 

Roars,  sweeping  by, 
Whisper,  Thou  Truth  of  truth, 

"  Peace  !  it  is  I  !  " 

Anatolius  of  Constantinople  (      — 458). 
Tr.  by  Rev.  John  Mason  Neale  (1818— 1866),  1862.     Alt. 


449 


6.  4.  D. 
Clinging  to  Christ. 

Cling  to  the  mighty  One, 

Cling  in  thy  grief; 
Cling  to  the  holy  One, 

He  gives  relief; 
Cling  to  the  gracious  One, 

Cling  in  thy  pain  ; 
Cling  to  the  faithful  One, 

He  will  sustain. 

Cling  to  the  living  One, 

Cling  in  thy  woe  ; 
Cling  to  the  loving  One, 

Through  all  below ; 
Cling  to  the  pardoning  One, 

He  speaketh  peace ; 
Cling  to  the  healing  One, 

Anguish  shall  cease. 

Cling  to  the  pierced  One, 

Cling  to  His  side  ; 
Cling  to  the  risen  One, 

In  Him  abide ; 
Cling  to  the  coining  One, 

Hope  shall  arise ; 
Cling  to  the  reigning  One, 

Joy  lights  thine  eyes. 

Henry  Bennett  (1813—1868),  1852. 


TRUSTING  IN   CHRIST.  32; 

yjTfl  7.  D. 

"i"iJU  "  Jfsus,  Lover  0/  nty  Soul." 

i  Jesus,  Lover  of  my  soul, 

Let  me  to  Thy  bosom  fly, 
While  the  billows  nearer  roll, 

While  the  tempest  still  is  high ; 
Hide  me,  O  my  Saviour,  hide, 

Till  the  storm  of  life  is  past ; 
Safe  into  the  haven  guide  ; 

0  receive  my  soul  at  last. 

2  Other  refuge  have  I  none  ; 

Hangs  my  helpless  soul  on  Thee ; 
Leave,  ah  !  leave  me  not  alone, 

Still  support  and  comfort  me. 
All  my  trust  on  Thee  is  stayed, 

All  my  help  from  Thee  I  bring ; 
Cover  my  defenceless  head 

With  the  shadow  of  Thy  wing. 

3  Wilt  Thou  not  regard  my  call? 

Wilt  Thou  not  accept  my  prayer? 
Lo,  I  sink,  I  faint,  I  fall !  ' 

Lo,  on  Thee  I  cast  my  care. 
Reach  me  out  Thy  gracious  hand ! 

While  I  of  Thy  strength  receive, 
Hoping  against  hope  I  stand 

Dying,  and  behold  I  live  ! 

4  Thou,  O  Christ,  art  all  I  want ; 

More  than  all  in  Thee  I  find : 
Raise  the  fallen,  cheer  the  faint, 

Heal  the  sick,  and  lead  the  blind. 
Just  and  holy  is  Thy  Name ; 

1  am  all  unrighteousness ; 
False  and  full  of  sin  I  am, 

Thou  art  full  of  truth  and  grace. 


451 


328  INDEBTEDNESS   TO    CHRIST. 

5  Plenteous  grace  with  Thee  is  found, 

Grace  to  cover  all  my  sin : 
Let  the  healing  streams  abound, 

Make  and  keep  me  pure  within. 
Thou  of  life  the  Fountain  art ; 

Freely  let  me  take  of  Thee ; 
Spring  Thou  up  within  my  heart, 

Rise  to  all  eternity. 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley  (1708—1788),  1740.     SI.  alt. 

7.  61. 
The  forgiven  Debt. — Matt  xviri.  32. 

i  When  this  passing  world  is  done, 
When  has  sunk  yon  glaring  sun  ; 
When  we  stand  with  Christ  in  light, 
All  our  finished  life  in  sight : 
Then,  Lord,  shall  we  fully  know, 
Not  till  then,  how  much  we  owe. 

2  When  we  stand  before  the  throne, 
Dressed  in  beauty  not  our  own  ; 
When  we  see  Thee  as  Thou  art, 
Love  Thee  with  unsmiling  heart : 
Then,  Lord,  shall  we  fully  know, 
Not  till  then,  how  much  we  owe. 

3  When  the  praise  of  Heaven  we  hear, 
Loud  as  thunders  to  the  ear, 
Loud  as  many  waters'  noise, 
Sweet  as  harp's  melodious  voice  : 
Then,  Lord,  shall  we  fully  know, 
Not  till  then,  how  much  we  owe. 

Rev.  Robert  Murray  McCheyne  (1813 — 1843),  ^21-     Ab. 


452 


7.  D. 
"  Was  von  aussen  und  von  innen. 


i  Lord,  Thou  art  my  Rock  of  strength, 
And  my  home  is  in  Thine  arms ; 
Thou  wilt  send  me  help  at  length, 


TRUST   IN   CHRIST.  329 

And  I  feel  no  wild  alarms. 
Sin  nor  death  can  pierce  the  shield 

Thy  defence  has  o'er  me  thrown  ; 
Up  to  Thee  myself  I  yield, 

And  my  sorrows  are  Thine  own. 

2  When  my  trials  tarry  long, 

Unto  Thee  I  look  and  wait, 
Knowing  none,  though  keen  and  strong, 

Can  my  trust  in  Thee  abate. 
And  this  faith  I  long  have  nursed, 

Comes  alone,  O  God,  from  Thee ; 
Thou  my  heart  didst  open  first, 

Thou  didst  set  this  hope  in  me. 

3  Mercy's  wings  o'er  me  outspread, 

Ever  keep  me  close  to  Thee ; 
In  the  peace  Thy  love  doth  shed, 

Let  me  dwell  eternally. 
Be  my  All ;  in  all  I  do, ' 

Let  me  only  seek  Thy  will, 
Where  the  heart  to  Thee  is  true, 

All  is  peaceful,  calm,  and  still. 

Rev.  August  Hermann  Franke  (1663— 1727),  1711, 
Tr.  by  Miss  Catherine  Winkworth  (1829— 1878),  1855.    Ab.andsl  alt. 

JTO  7.  6.  D. 

TTWW  " Shew  forth  His  Salvation." — Ps.  xcvi.  2. 

i  To  Thee,  my  God  and  Saviour, 

My  heart  exulting  sings, 
Rejoicing  in  Thy  favor, 

Almighty,  King  of  kings : 
I'll  celebrate  Thy  glory, 

With  all  Thy  saints  above, 
And  tell  the  joyful  story 

Of  Thy  redeeming  love. 


33°  TRUST   IN   CHRIST. 

2  Soon  as  the  morn  with  roses 

Bedecks  the  dewy  east, 
And  when  the  sun  reposes 

Upon  the  ocean's  breast, 
My  voice  in  supplication, 

Well  pleased,  Thou  shalt  hear : 
O  grant  me  Thy  salvation, 

And  to  my  soul  draw  near. 

3  By  Thee  through  life  supported, 

I  pass  the  dangerous  road, 
With  heavenly  hosts  escorted 

Up  to  their  bright  abode  ; 
There  cast  my  crown  before  Thee, 

Now  all  my  conflicts  o'er, 
And  day  and  night  adore  Thee : 

What  can  an  angel  more  ? 

Rev.  Thomas  Haweis  (1732 — 1820),  1792. 


454 


7.  6.  D. 
Rejoicing  in  God  our  Saviour. — Luke  i.  47. 

To  Thee,  O  dear,  dear  Saviour, 

My  spirit  turns  for  rest, 
My  peace  is  in  Thy  favor. 

My  pillow  on  Thy  breast. 
Though  all  the  world  deceive  me, 

I  know  that  I  am  Thine ; 
And  Thou  wilt  never  leave  me, 

O  blessed  Saviour  mine. 

O  Thou,  whose  mercy  found  me, 
From  bondage  set  me  free  ; 

And  then  for  ever  bound  me 
WTith  threefold  cords  to  Thee : 

O  for  a  heart  to  love  Thee 


DELIVERANCE.  33I 

More  truly  as  I  ought, 
And  nothing  place  above  Thee 
In  deed,  or  word,  or  thought. 

Rev   John  Samuel  Bewley  Moncell  (1811— 1S75),  1863.     Ab. 
i^y  Safety  in  God. — Ps.  xxxiv. 

i  Through  all  the  changing  scenes  of  life, 
In  trouble  and  in  joy, 
The  praises  of  my  God  shall  still 
My  heart  and  tongue  employ. 

2  Of  His  deliverance  I  will  boast, 

Till  all  that  are  distressed, 
From  my  example  comfort  take, 
And  charm  their  griefs  to  rest. 

3  The  hosts  of  God  encamp  around 

The  dwellings  of  the  just; 
Deliverance  He  affords  to  all 
Who  on  His  succor  trust. 

4  Fear  Him,  3'e  saints,  and  you  will  then 

Have  nothing  else  to  fear  ; 
Make  you  His  service  3-our  delight, 
Your  wants  shall  be  His  care. 

Tate  and  Brady,  1696.     Ab. 


456 


"  Verzage  nicht,  du  Haufiein  klein." 

Fear  not,  O  little  flock,  the  foe 
Who  madly  seeks  your  overthrow, 

Dread  not  his  rage  and  power ; 
What   though   your   courage  sometimes 

faints, 
His  seeming  triumph  o'er  God's  saints 

Lasts  but  a  little  hour. 


332  CONFIDENCE   IN   GOD. 

2  Be  of  good  cheer ;  your  cause  belongs 
To  Him  who  can  avenge  your  wrongs ; 

Leave  it  to  Him,  our  Lord. 
Though  hidden  yet  from  mortal  eyes, 
Salvation  shall  for  you  arise  : 

He  girdeth  on  His  sword  ! 

3  As  true  as  God's  own  Word  is  true, 
Not  earth  nor  hell  with  all  their  crew 

Against  us  shall  prevail. 
A  jest  and  byword  are  they  grown  : 
God  is  with  us ;  we  are  His  own  ; 

Our  victory  cannot  fail. 

4  Amen,  Lord  Jesus,  grant  our  prayer  ! 
Great  Captain,  now  Thine  arm  make  bare ; 

Fight  for  us  once  again  ! 
So  shall  Thy  saints  and  martyrs  raise 
A  mighty  chorus  to  Thy  praise, 

World  without  end.     Amen. 

Gustavus  Adolphus  (1594 — 1632),  1631.     In  prose. 

Rev.  Jacob  Fabricius  (1593 — 1654),  1631.      In  verse. 

Tr.  by  Miss  Catherine  Winkworth  (1829—1878),  1855.     Alt. 

AK7  c-  p-  M- 

TtW  1  Casting  our  Care  on  God.—x  Pet.  v.  7. 

i  O  Lord,  how  happy  should  we  be 
If  we  could  cast  our  care  on  Thee, 

If  we  from  self  could  rest ; 
And  feel  at  heart  that  One  above, 
In  perfect  wisdom,  perfect  love, 

Is  working  for  the  best. 
2  How  far  from  this  our  daily  life, 
How  oft  disturbed  by  anxious  strife, 

By  sudden  wild  alarms  ; 
O  could  we  but  relinquish  all 
Our  earthly  props,  and  simply  fall 

On  Thine  almighty  arms  ! 


supplication.  333 

3  Could  we  but  kneel  and  east  our  load, 
E'en  while  we  pray,  upon  our  God, 

Then  rise  with  lightened  cheer ; 
Sure  that  the  Father,  who  is  nigh 
To  still  the  famished  raven's  cry, 

Will  hear  in  that  we  fear. 

4  We  cannot  trust  Him  as  we  should  ; 
So  chafes  weak  nature's  restless  mood 

To  cast  its  peace  away  ; 
But  birds  and  flowerets  round  us  preach, 
All,  all  the  present  evil  teach 

Sufficient  for  the  day. 

5  Lord,  make  these  faithless  hearts  of  ours 
Such  lessons  learn  from  birds  and  flowers  ; 

Make  them  from  self  to  cease, 
Leave  all  things  to  a  Father's  will, 
And  taste,  before  Him  lying  still, 

E'en  in  affliction,  peace. 

Prof.  Joseph  Anstiee  (1808— 1836),  1836. 

Aro  7- D 

A  30  " Hear  our  solemn  Litany." 

i  Saviour,  when  in  dust  to  Thee, 
Low  we  bow  th'  adoring  knee  ; 
When,  repentant,  to  the  skies 
Scarce  we  lift  our  weeping  eyes, 
O  by  all  Thy  pains  and  woe 
Suffered  once  for  man  below, 
Bending  from  Thy  throne  on  high, 
Hear  our  solemn  Litany  ! 

2  By  Thy  helpless  infant  years  ; 
By  Thy  life  of  want  and  tears  ; 
By  Thy  days  of  sore  distress 
In  the  savage  wilderness  ; 


334  SAFETY  AND  BEESSEDNESS  OF  BELIEVERS. 

By  the  dread,  mysterious  hour 
Of  th'  insulting  tempter's  power; 
Turn,  O  turn  a  pitying  eye, 
Hear  our  solemn  Litany  ! 

3  By  Thine  hour  of  dire  despair ; 
By  Thine  agony  of  prayer ; 

By  the  cross,  the  nail,  the  thorn, 
Piercing  spear,  and  torturing  scorn  ; 
By  the  gloom  that  veiled  the  skies 
O'er  the  dreadful  sacrifice; 
Listen  to  our  humble  cry, 
Hear  our  solemn  Litany  ! 

4  By  Thy  deep  expiring  groan  ; 
By  the  sad  sepulchral  stone ; 
By  the  vault,  whose  dark  abode 
Held  in  vain  the  rising  God ; 

O,  from  earth  to  Heaven  restored, 
Mighty,  reascended  Lord, 
Listen,  listen  to  the  cry 
Of  our  solemn  Litany  ! 

Sir  Robert  Grant  (1788—1838),  1815.     Ab.  and  si   alt. 

ACQ  L  M 

Ty^J      " Blessed  are  they  that  mourn." — Matt.  v.  4. 

i   O  deem  not  they  are  blest  alone, 

Whose  lives  a  peaceful  tenor  keep ; 
The  Power,  who  pities  man,  has  shown 
A  blessing  for  the  eyes  that  weep. 

2  The  light  of  smiles  shall  fill  again 
The  lids  that  overflow  with  tears ; 
And  weary  hours  of  woe  and  pain 
Are  promises  of  happier  years. 


SAFETY  AND  BLESSEDNESS  OF  BELIEVERS.    335 

3  There  is  a  day  of  sunny  rest 

For  every  dark  and  troubled  night ; 
nd  grief  may  bide  an  evening  guest, 
But  joy  shall  come  with  early  light. 

4  And  thou,  who  o'er  thy  friend's  low  bier 

Sheddest  the  bitter  drops  like  rain, 
Hope  that  a  brighter,  happier  sphere 
Will  give  him  to  thy  arms  again. 

5  Nor  let  the  good  man's  trust  depart, 

Though  life  its  common  gift;  deny  ; 
hough,  with  a  pierced  and  broken  heart, 
And  spurned  of  men,  he  goes  to  die. 

6  For  God  has  marked  each  sorrowing  day, 

And  numbered  every  secret  tear, 
And  Heaven's  long  age  of  bliss  shall  pay 
For  all  His  children  suffer  here. 

William  Cullen  Bryant  (1794— 1878),  1824. 
^IQ  U  God  our  Refuge— -Ps.  xlvi . 

i  God  is  the  Refuge  of  His  saints, 

When  storms  of  sharp  distress  invade  ; 
Ere  we  can  offer  our  complaints, 
Behold  Him  present  with  His  aid. 

2  Loud  may  the  troubled  ocean  roar  ; 

In  sacred  peace  our  souls  abide, 
While  every  nation,  every  shore, 

Trembles,  and  dreads  the  swelling  tide. 

3  There  is  a  stream,  whose  gentle  flow 

Supplies  the  city  of  our  God  ; 
Life,  love,  and  joy,  still  gliding  through, 
And  watering  our  divine  abode. 

4  That  sacred  stream,  Thy  holy  Word, 

Our  grief  allays,  our  fear  controls ; 


336  god's  kingdom  and  care. 

Sweet  peace  Thy  promises  afford, 

And  give  new  strength  to  fainting  souls 

5  Zion  enjoys  her  Monarch's  love, 

Secure  against  a  threatening  hour ; 
Nor  can  her  firm  foundations  move, 
Built  on  His  truth ,  and  armed  with  power. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts  (1674— 1748),  1719.     Alt 

AC1  L  M 

TTOI  "  The  Lord  reignet/i.'—Ps.  xcvii. 

i  The  Lord  is  King :  lift  up  thy  voice, 
O  earth,  and  all  ye  Heavens,  rejoice ; 
From  world  to  world  the  joy  shall  ring, 
The  Lord  Omnipotent  is  King. 

2  The  Lord  is  King :  who  then  shall  dare 
Resist  His  will,  distrust  His  care, 

Or  murmur  at  His  wise  decrees, 
Or  doubt  His  royal  promises  ? 

3  The  Lord  is  King :  child  of  the  dust 
The  Judge  of  all  the  earth  is  just ; 
Holy  and  true  are  all  His  ways : 
Let  every  creature  speak  His  praise. 

4  O,  when  His  wisdom  can  mistake, 
His  might  decay,  His  love  forsake, 
Then  may  His  children  cease  to  sing, 
The  Lord  Omnipotent  is  King. 

Josiah  Conder  (1789 — 1855),  1824.     Ab. 

AC9  LM 

TTUtJ  Divine  Protection. — Ps.  cxxi. 

i  Hk  lives,  the  everlasting  God, 
That  built  the  world,  that  spread  the  flood  ; 
The  Heavens   with    all   their   hosts    He 

made, 
And  the  dark  regions  of  the  dead. 


CALMNESS.  337 

2  He  guides  our  feet,  He  guards  our  way  ; 
His  morning  smiles  bless  all  the  day  ; 
He  spreads  the  evening  veil,  and  keeps 
The  silent  hours  while  Israel  sleeps. 

3  Israel,  a  name  divinely  blest, 
May  rise  secure,  securely  rest ; 
Thy  holy  Guardian's  wakeful  eyes 
Admit  no  slumber,  nor  surprise. 

4  On  thee  foul  spirits  have  no  power ; 
And,  in  thy  last  departing  hour, 
Angels,  that  trace  the  airy  road, 
Shall  bear  thee  homeward  to  thy  God. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts,  1719.     Ab. 

ACQ  c- M- 

T"W  W  "A  calm,  a  thankful  Heart." 

i  Father,  whate'er  of  earthly  bliss 
Thy  sovereign  will  denies, 
Accepted  at  Thy  throne  of  grace, 
Let  this  petition  rise  :  — 

2  Give  me  a  calm,  a  thankful  heart, 

From  ever}'  murmur  free  ; 
The  blessings  of  Thy  grace  impart, 
And  make  me  live  to  Thee. 

3  Let  the  sweet  hope  that  Thou  art  mine 

My  life  and  death  attend  ; 
Thy  presence  through  my  journey  shine, 
And  crown  my  journey's  end. 

Miss  Anne  Steele  (1717 — 1778),  1760.     Ah 
464  "Sweet  Will  of  God." 

i  I  worship  Thee,  sweet  Will  of  God, 
And  all  Thy  ways  adore  ; 
And  every  day  I  live,  I  seem 
To  love  Thee  more  and  more. 


338  CALMNESS. 

2  I  love  to  kiss  each  print  where  Thou 

Hast  set  Thine  unseen  feet : 
I  cannot  fear  Thee,  blessed  Will, 
Thine  empire  is  so  sweet. 

3  I  have  no  cares,  O  blessed  Will, 

For  all  my  cares  are  Thine  ; 
I  live  in  triumph,  Lord,  for  Thou 
Hast  made  Thy  triumphs  mine. 

4  He  always  wins  who  sides  with  God, 

To  him  no  chance  is  lost ; 
God's  will  is  sweetest  to  him  when 
It  triumphs  at  his  cost. 

5  111  that  He  blesses  is  our  good, 

And  unblest  good  is  ill ; 
And  all  is  right  that  seems  most  wrong, 
If  it  be  His  sweet  will. 

Rev.  Frederick  William  Faber  (1814— 1863),  1849.     Ab 


C  M. 

The  inner  Calm. 


465 

1  Calm  me,  my  God,  and  keep  me  calm, 

Soft  resting  on  Thy  breast ; 
Soothe  me  with  holy  hymn  and  psalm, 
And  bid  my  spirit  rest. 

2  Calm  me,  my  God,  and  keep  me  calm  ; 

Let  Thine  outstretched  wing 
Be  like  the  shade  of  Klim's  palm, 
Beside  her  desert  spring. 

3  Yes,  keep  me  calm,  though  loud  and  rude 

The  sounds  my  ear  that  greet ; 
Calm  in  the  closet's  solitude, 
Calm  in  the  bustling  street ; 

4  Cairn  in  the  hour  of  buoyant  health, 

Calm  in  my  hour  of  pain ; 


CONFIDENCE   IN   GOD.  339 

Calm  in  my  poverty  or  wealth, 

Calm  in  my  loss  or  gain  ; 
5  Calm  in  the  sufferance  of  wrong, 

Like  Him  who  bore  my  shame, 
Calm  'mid   the   threatening,    taunting 

Who  hate  Thy  holy  Name,    [throng 

Rev.  Horatius  Bonar  (1808 —        ),  1857.     Ab. 
^fljlj  The  Mysteries  of  Providence. 

i  God  moves  in  a  mysterious  way 
His  wonders  to  perform  ; 
He  plants  His  footsteps  in  the  sea, 
And  rides  upon  the  storm. 

2  Deep  in  unfathomable  mines 

Of  never-failing  skill, 
He  treasures  up  His  bright  designs, 
And  works  His  sovereign  will. 

3  Ye  fearful  saints,  fresh  courage  take  ; 

The  clouds  ye  so  much  dread 
Are  big  with  mercy,  and  shall  break 
In  blessings  on  your  head. 

4  Judge  not  the  Lord  by  feeble  sense, 

But  trust  Him  for  His  grace ; 
Behind  a  frowning  providence 
He  hides  a  smiling  face. 

5  His  purposes  w7ill  ripen  fast, 

Unfolding  every  hour ; 
The  bud  may  have  a  bitter  taste, 
But  sweet  will  be  the  flower. 

6  Blind  unbelief  is  sure  to  err, 

And  scan  His  work  in  vain : 
God  is  His  own  intrepreter, 
And  He  will  make  it  plain. 

William  Cowper  (1731—1800).  1770. 


34°  CONFIDENCE   IN   GOD. 

TfO  i  Happiness  only  in  God. — Ps.  lxxiii.  25. 

i  My  God,  my  Portion,  and  my  Love. 
My  everlasting  All, 
I've  none  but  Thee  in  Heaven  above, 
Or  on  this  earthly  ball. 

2  Were  I  possessor  of  the  earth, 

And  called  the  stars  my  own, 
Without  Thy  graces  and  Thyself, 
I  were  a  wretch  undone. 

3  Let  others  stretch  their  arms  like  seas, 

And  grasp  in  all  the  shore, 
Grant  me  the  visits  of  Thy  face, 
And  I  desire  no  more. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts  (1674— 1748),  1709.     Ab. 

ACQ  8  7 

±"QO  Never-failing  Goodness. 

1  The  King  of  love  my  Shepherd  is, 

Whose  goodness  faileth  never  ; 
I  nothing  lack  if  I  am  His, 
And  He  is  mine  for  ever. 

2  Where  streams  of  living  water  flow 

My  ransomed  soul  He  leadeth, 
And,  where  the  verdant  pastures  grow, 
With  food  celestial  feedeth. 

3  Perverse  and  foolish  oft  I  strayed, 

But  yet  in  love  He  sought  me, 
And  on  His  shoulder  gently  laid, 
And  home,  rejoicing,  brought  me. 

4  In  death's  dark  vale  I  fear  no  ill 

With  Thee,  dear  Lord,  beside  me  ; 
Thy  rod  and  staff  my  comfort  still, 
Thy  cross  before  to  guide  me. 


CONFIDENCE   IN   GOD.  341 

5  And  so  through  all  the  length  of  days 
Thy  goodness  faileth  never ; 
Good  Shepherd,  may  I  sing  Thy  praise 
Within  Thy  house  for  ever. 

Rev.  Sir  Henry  Williams  Baker  (1821— 1877),  1868.     Ab. 


ACQ  c  M-  61- 

TUw     "My  Times  are  in  Thy  Hand." — Ps.  xxxi.  15. 

i  Father,  I  know  that  all  my  life 

Is  portioned  out  for  me  ; 
The  changes  that  are  sure  to  come 

I  do  not  fear  to  see : 
I  ask  Thee  for  a  present  mind, 

Intent  on  pleasing  Thee. 

2  I  would  not  have  the  restless  will 

That  hurries  to  and  fro, 
Seeking  for  some  great  thing  to  do, 

Or  secret  thing  to  know  : 
I  would  be  treated  as  a  child, 

And  guided  where  I  go. 

3  I  ask  Thee  for  the  daily  strength, 

To  none  that  ask  denied, 
A  mind  to  blend  with  outward  life, 

While  keeping  at  Thy  side  ; 
Content  to  fill  a  little  space, 

If  Thou  be  glorified. 

4  In  service  which  Thy  will  appoints 

There  are  no  bonds  for  me  ; 
My  inmost  heart  is  taught  the  truth 

That  makes  Thy  children  free : 
A  life  of  self-renouncing  love 

Is  one  of  liberty. 

Miss  Anna  L.aetitia  Waring    1820 —         ),  1S5  j      AL    and  alt. 


342  REJOICING    IN    GOD    AND   CHRIST. 

A_nr\  C.  M.D. 

*I  /  U  Habitual  Devotion. 

i  While  Thee  I  seek,  protecting  Power, 

Be  my  vain  wishes  stilled  ; 
And  may  this  consecrated  hour 

With  better  hopes  be  filled. 
Thy  love  the  powers  of  thought  bestowed, 

To  Thee  my  thoughts  would  soar  ; 
Thy  mercy  o'er  my  life  has  flowed, 

That  mercy  I  adore. 

2  In  each  event  of  life,  how  clear 

Thy  ruling  hand  I  see : 
Each  blessing  to  my  soul  more  dear, 

Because  conferred  by  Thee. 
In  every  joy  that  crowns  my  days, 

In  every  pain  I  bear, 
My  heart  shall  find  delight  in  praise, 

Or  seek  relief  in  prayer. 

3  When  gladness  wings  my  favored  hour, 

Thy  love  my  thoughts  shall  fill ; 
Resigned,  when  storms  of  sorrow  lower, 

My  soul  shall  meet  Thy  will. 
My  lifted  eye,  without  a  tear, 

The  lowering  storm  shall  see ; 
My  steadfast  heart  shall  know  no  fear, 

That  heart  will  rest  on  Thee. 

Miss  Helen  Maria  Williams  (1762—1827),  1786. 

Am  7.  e.  p. 

T  l  X  " 1 ivill/ear  no  Evil." — Ps.  xxiii.  4. 

i  In  heavenly  love  abiding, 

No  change  my  heart  shall  fear ; 

And  safe  is  such  confiding, 
For  nothing  changes  here. 

The  storm  may  roar  without  me, 


472 


REJOICING   IN   GOD   AND    CHRIST.  343 

My  heart  may  low  be  laid, 
But  God  is  round  about  me, 

And  can  I  be  dismayed  ?  :|| 
Wherever  He  ma}-  guide  me, 

Xo  want  shall  turn  me  back ; 
My  Shepherd  is  beside  me, 

And  nothing  can  I  lack. 
His  wisdom  ever  waketh, 

His  sight  is  never  dim, 
He  knows  the  way  He  taketh, 

And  I  will  walk  with  Him.  :|| 
Green  pastures  are  before  me, 

Which  yet  I  have  not  seen  ; 
Bright  skies  will  soon  be  o'er  me, 

Where  darkest  clouds  have  been. 
My  hope  I  cannot  measure, 

My  path  to  life  is  free, 
My  Saviour  has  my  treasure, 

And  He  will  walk  with  me.  :|| 

Miss  Anna  Leetitia  Waring  (1820 —        ),  1850.     SI.  alt 

7.6.  D. 
"  O  yesu,  meine  Sonne." 

i  I  kxow  no  life  divided, 

O  Lord  of  life,  from  Thee ; 
In  Thee  is  life  provided 

For  all  mankind  and  me : 
I  know  no  death,  O  Jesus, 
Because  I  live  in  Thee  ; 
I :  Thy  death  it  is  which  frees  us 

From  death  eternally.  :|| 
2  I  fear  no  tribulation, 

Since,  whatsoe'er  it  be, 
It  makes  no  separation 

Between  mv  Lord  and  me. 


344  FEARING   NO   EVIL. 

If  Thou,  my  God  and  Teacher. 
Vouchsafe  to  be  my  own, 
|| :  Though  poor,  I  shall  be  richer 

Than  monarch  on  his  throne.  :|| 

3  If,  while  on  earth  I  wander, 
My  heart  is  light  and  blest, 
Ah,  what  shall  I  be  yonder 
In  perfecl  peace  and  rest? 
O  blessed  thought  in  dying, 
We  go  to  meet  the  Lord, 
|| :  Where  there  shall  be  no  sighing, 
A  kingdom  our  reward.  :|| 

Rev.  Carl  Johann  Philipp  Spitta  (1801 — 1859),  1833. 
Tr.  by  Richard  Massie,  i860.     Ah. 


473 


L.  M. 
Restoring  and  preserving  Grace. — Ps.  cxxxviii. 

i  To  God  I  cried  when  troubles  rose ; 
He  heard  me,  and  subdued  my  foes ; 
He  did  my  rising  fears  control, 
And  strength  diffused  through  all  my  soul . 

2  The  God  of  Heaven  maintains  His  state, 
Frowns  on  the  proud,  and  scorns  the  great  ; 
But  from  His  throne  descends  to  see 
The  sons  of  humble  poverty. 

3  Amid  a  thousand  snares  I  stand, 
Upheld  and  guarded  by  Thy  hand  ; 
Thy  words  my  fainting  soul  revive, 
And  keep  my  dying  faith,  alive. 

4  Grace  will  complete  what  grace  begins, 
To  save  from  sorrows  and  from  sins 
The  work  that  wisdom  undertakes, 
Eternal  mercy  ne'er  forsakes. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts  (1674 — 1748),  1719.     Ab. 


FEARING    NO    F.VIT..  345 

AHA  L.  M. 

T/T  Storm  and  Rescue. 

i   The  billows  swell,  the  winds  are  high, 
Clouds  overcast  my  wintry  sky  ; 
Out  of  the  depths 'to  Thee  I  call, 
My  fears  are  great,  my  strength  is  small. 

2  0  Lord,  the  pilot's  part  perform. 

And  guard  and  guide   me  through   the 

storm  ; 
Defend  me  from  each  threatening  ill, 
Control  the  waves,  say,  ' '  Peace,  be  still ! ' ' 

3  Amidst  the  roaring  of  the  sea 

My  soul  still  hangs  her  hope  on  Thee ; 
Thy  constant  love,  Thy  faithful  care, 
Is  all  that  saves  me  from  despair. 

4  Though  tempest-tost  and  half  a  wreck, 
My  Saviour  through  the  floods  I  seek  : 
Let  neither  winds  nor  stormy  main 
Force  back  my  shattered  bark  again. 

William  Cowper  (1731 — 1800),  1779.     Ab. 


475 


' 1 will  fear  no  Evil." — Ps.  xxiii.  4. 

i  The  Lord  is  my  Shepherd,  no  want  shall 
I  know  ; 
I  feed  in  green  pastures,  safe-folded  I 
rest ; 
He  leadeth  mv  soul  where  the  still  waters 
flow, 
Restores  me  when  wandering,  redeems 
when  oppressed. 


346  FEARING   NO   EVII,. 

2  Through  the  valley  and  shadow  of  death 

though  I  stray, 
Since  Thou  art  my  Guardian,  no  evil 

I  fear ; 
Thy  rod  shall  defend  me,  Thy  staff  be 

my  stay  ; 
No  harm  can  befall,  with  my  Comforter 

near. 

3  In   the   midst  of  affliction   my   table   is 

spread ; 
With   blessings   unmeasured   my   cup 

runneth  o'er ; 
With  perfume  and  oil  Thou  anointest  my 

head  ; 
O  what  shall  I  ask  of  Thy  providence 

more  ? 

4  L,et  goodness  and  mercy,  my   bountiful 

God, 
Still  follow  my  steps  till  I  meet  Thee 

above ; 
I  seek,  by  the  path  which  my  forefathers 

trod, 
Through  the  land  of  their  sojourn,  Thy 

kingdom  of  love. 

James  Montgomery  (1771 — 1854),  1822. 
Tt  /  0  "  Faint,  yet  pu  r suing. ' ' 

i  Though  faint,  yet  pursuing,  we  go  on 

our  way ; 
The  I^ord  is  our  Reader,  His  Word  is  our 

stay  ; 
Though  suffering,  and  sorrow,  and  trial 

be  near, 


trust.  347 

The  Lord  is  our  Refuge,  and  whom  can 
we  fear? 

2  He  raise th  the  fallen,   He  cheereth   the 

faint ; 
The  weak  and  oppressed,  He  will  hear 

their  complaint ; 
The  way  may  be  weary,  and  thorny  the 

road, 
But  how  can  we  falter  ?  our  help  is  in  God. 

3  Though  clouds   may   surround   us,    our 

God  is  our  Light ; 
Though  storms  rage  around  us,  our  God 

is  our  Might ; 
So  faint,  yet  pursuing,  still  onward  we 

come  ; 
The  Lord  is  our  Leader,  and  Heaven  is 

our  home. 

Rev.  John  Nelson  Darby  (1800— 1882),  1858.     Ab. 

Ann  s- M- 

Mil  The  Lord  our  Shepherd. — Ps.  xxiii. 

i  The  Lord  my  Shepherd  is, 
I  shall  be  well  supplied ; 
Since  He  is  mine,  and  I  am  His, 
What  can  I  want  beside  ? 

2  He  leads  me  to  the  place 

Where  heavenly  pasture  grows ; 
Where  living  waters  gently  pass, 
And  full  salvation  flows. 

3  If  e'er  I  go  astray, 

He  doth  my  soul  reclaim ; 
And  guides  me,  in  His  own  right  way, 
For  His  most  holy  Name. 


348  NEARER   TO    GOD. 

4  While  He  affords  His  aid, 

I  cannot  yield  to  fear ;         [dark  shade, 
Though  I  should  walk  through  death's 
My  Shepherd's  with  me  there. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts  (1674 — 1748),  1719.     Ab. 

Ann  s.  m. 

jT  I  O  Casting  Care  on  God. — 1  Pet.  v.  7. 

i  Where  wilt  thou  put  thy  trust? 
In  a  frail  form  of  clay, 
That  to  its  element  of  dust 
Must  soon  resolve  away  ? 

2  Where  wilt  thou  cast  thy  care  ? 

Upon  an  erring  heart, 
Which  hath  its  own  sore  ills  to  bear, 
And  shrinks  from  sorrow's  dart? 

3  No,  place  thy  trust  above 

This  shadowy  realm  of  night, 
In  Him,  whose  boundless  power  and  love 
Thy  confidence  invite. 

4  His  mercies  still  endure 

When  skies  and  stars  grow  dim, 
His  changeless  promise  standeth  sure ; 
Go,  cast  thy  care  on  Him. 

Mrs.  Lydia  Howard  Huntley  Sigourney  (1791 — 1865),  1815.     Ab. 

yl_l7Q  C.  M. 

T"  /  jj  Light  in  Darkness. 

i  My  God,  the  Spring  of  all  my  joys, 
The  Life  of  my  delights, 
The  Glory  of  my  brightest  days, 
And  Comfort  of  my  nights : 
2  In  darkest  shades,  if  He  appear, 
My  dawning  is  begun  ; 
He  is  my  soul's  sweet  Morning  Star, 
And  He  my  rising  Sun. 


NEARER  TO   GOD.  349 

The  opening  heavens  around  me  shine 
With  beams  of  sacred  bliss, 

While  Jesus  shows  His  heart  is  mine, 
And  whispers,  I  am  His. 

My  soul  would  leave  this  heavy  clay 
At  that  transporting  word  ; 

Run  up  with  joy  the  shining  way, 
T'  embrace  my  dearest  Lord. 

Fearless  of  hell  and  ghastly  death, 
I'd  break  through  every  foe ; 

The  wings  of  love  and  arms  of  faith 
Should  bear  me  conqueror  through. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts,  17C9. 


480 


'/ 


6.  4.  6.  4.  6.  6.  4. 
irer,  my  God,  to  Thee." — Gen.  xxviii.  10- 

Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee, 

Nearer  to  Thee : 
E'en  though  it  be  a  cross 

That  raiseth  me ; 
Still  all  my  song  shall  be, 
|| :  Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee,  :|| 

Nearer  to  Thee. 

2  Though  like  the  wanderer, 

The  sun  gone  down, 
Darkness  be  over  me, 

My  rest  a  stone  ; 
Yet  in  my  dreams  I'd  be 
|| :  Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee,  :|| 

Nearer  to  Thee. 

3  There  let  the  way  appear 

Steps  unto  Heaven ; 
All  that  Thou  sendest  me, 
In  mercv  given  ■ 


350  LOVE  TO  CHRIST. 

Angels  to  beckon  me 
|| :  Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee,  :|| 
Nearer  to  Thee. 

4  Then,  with  my  waking  thoughts 

Bright  with  Thy  praise, 
Out  of  my  stony  griefs 

Bethel  I'll  raise ; 
So  by  my  woes  to.be 
|| :  Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee,  :|| 

Nearer  to  Thee. 

5  Or  if  on  joyful  wing 

Cleaving  the  sky, 
Sun,  moon,  and  stars  forgot, 

Upwards  I  fly, 
Still  all  my  song  shall  be, 
|| :  Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee,  :|| 


481 


Nearer  to  Thee. 

Mrs.  Sarah  Flower  Adams  (1805— 1848),  1840. 

6.  4.  6.  4.  6.  6.  4. 
" More  Love  to  Thee!" — John  xxi.  17. 

Mork  love  to  Thee,  O  Christ, 

More  love  to  Thee  ! 
Hear  Thou  the  prayer  I  make 

On  bended  knee ; 
This  is  my  earnest  plea, 
More  love,  O  Christ,  to  Thee, 
|| :  More  love  to  Thee  !  :|| 
Once  earthly  joy  I  craved, 

Sought  peace  and  rest  ; 
Now  Thee  alone  I  seek, 

Give  what  is  best : 
This  all  my  prayer  shall  be, 
More  love,  O  Christ,  to  Thee, 
II:  More  love  to  Thee!  :|| 


GOD   OUR  STRENGTH.  35 1 

3  Let  sorrow  do  its  work, 

Send  grief  and  pain  ; 
Sweet  are  Thy  messengers, 

Sweet  their  refrain, 
When  they  can  sing  with  me, 
More  love,  O  Christ,  to  Thee, 
|| :  More  love  to  Thee  !  :|| 

4  Then  shall  my  latest  breath 

Whisper  Thy  praise  ; 
This  be  the  parting  cry 

My  heart  shall  raise, 
This  still  its  prayer  shall  be, 
More  love,  O  Christ,  to  Thee, 
|| :  More  love  to  Thee  !  :|| 

Mrs.  Elizabeth  Payson  Prentiss  (1819 — 1878),  1869. 

AQO  c-  M 

A  O  w  The  refining  Fire  0/  the  Holy  Spirit. 

i  Jesus,  Thine  all-vi6torious  love 
Shed  in  m}T  heart  abroad : 
Then  shall  my  feet  no  longer  rove, 
Rooted  and  fixed  in  God. 

2  O  that  in  me  the  sacred  fire 

Might  now  begin  to  glow  ; 
Burn  up  the  dross  of  base  desire, 
And  make  the  mountains  flow. 

3  O  that  it  now  from  Heaven  might  fall, 

And  all  my  sins  consume : 
Come,  Holy  Ghost,  for  Thee  I  call ; 
Spirit  of  burning,  come. 

4  Refining  Fire,  go  through  my  heart ; 

Illuminate  my  soul  ; 
Scatter  Thy  life  through  every  part, 
And  sanclify  the  whole. 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley  (1708 — 1788),  1740.     Ab.  and  alt 


352  GOD   OUR   STRENGTH. 

AQO  C.  M. 

TOJ         Preservation  by  Day  and  Night . — Ps.  cxxi. 

i  To  Heaven  I  lift  my  waiting  eyes, 
There  all  my  hopes  are  laid  ; 
The  Lord,  that  built  the  earth  and  skies, 
Is  my  perpetual  aid. 

2  Their  feet  shall  never  slide  nor  fall, 

Whom  He  designs  to  keep  ; 
His  ear  attends  the  softest  call, 
His  eyes  can  never  sleep. 

3  Israel,  rejoice  and  rest  secure, 

Thy  Keeper  is  the  Lord  : 
His  wakeful  eyes  employ  His  power 
For  thine  eternal  guard. 

4  Nor  scorching  sun,  nor  sickly  moon, 

Shall  have  His  leave  to  smite  ; 
He  shields  thy  head  from  burning  noon, 
From  blasting  damps  at  night. 

5  He  guards  thy  soul,  He  keeps  thy  breath, 

Where  thickest  dangers  come  ; 
Go  and  return,  secure  from  death, 
Till  God  commands  thee  home. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts  (1674 — 1748),  1719.     Ab. 

AQA  C.  M. 

T"0*  God  our  Portion  here  and  hereafter . — Ps.  lxxiii.  23 — 28. 

i  Thy  counsels,  Lord,  shall  guide  my  feet 
Through  this  dark  wilderness  ; 
Thy  hand  conduct  me  near  Thy  seat, 
To  dwell  before  Thy  face. 

2  Were  I  in  Heaven  without  my  God, 
'Twould  be  no  joy  to  me  ; 
And  while  this  earth  is  my  abode, 
I  long  for  none  but  Thee. 


SUBMISSION   AND   SAFETY.  353 

What  if  the  springs  of  life  were  broke, 
And  flesh  and  heart  should  faint? 

God  is  my  soul's  eternal  Rock, 
The  Strength  of  every  saint. 

But  to  draw  near  to  Thee,  my  God, 

Shall  be  my  sweet  employ  : 
My  tongue  shall  sound  Thy  works  abroad, 

And  tell  the  world  my  joy. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts,  1719.     Ab. 


4.QC  C   M. 

A  Ow  "Make  me  a  cican  Heart." — Ps.  li.  10 

i  O  for  a  heart  to  praise  my  God, 
A  heart  from  sin  set  free  ; 
A  heart  that  always  feels  Thy  blood 
So  freely  shed  for  me. 

2  A  heart  resigned,  submissive,  meek, 

My  dear  Redeemer's  throne; 
Where  only  Christ  is  heard  to  speak, 
Where  Jesus  reigns  alone. 

3  A  humble,  lowly,  contrite  heart. 

Believing,  true,  and  clean  ; 
Which  neither  life  nor  death  can  part 
From  Him  that  dwells  within. 

4  A  heart  in  every  thought  renewed, 

And  full  of  love  divine  : 
Perfect,  and  right,  and  pure,  and  good, 
A  copy.  Lord,  of  Thine. 

5  Thy  nature,  dearest  Lord,  impart ; 

Come  quickly  from  above  ; 
Write  Thy  new  Name  upon  my  heart, 
Thy  new,  best  Name  of  Love. 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley  (1706— 178S      174s     Ah    and  si.  alt 


354  RETURNING  TO   GOD. 

"iOO  The  Heavenly  Shepherd. — Ps.  xxiii. 

i  To  Thy  pastures  fair  and  large, 

Heavenly  Shepherd,  lead  Thy  charge, 
And  my  couch,  with  tenderest  care, 
Mid  the  springing  grass  prepare. 

2  When  I  faint  with  summer's  heat 
Thou  shalt  guide  my  weary  feet 
To  the  streams  that,  still  and  slow, 
Through  the  verdant  meadows  flow. 

3  Safe  the  dreary  vale  I  tread, 

By  the  shades  of  death  o'erspread, 
With  Thy  rod  and  staff  supplied, 
This  my  guard,  and  that  my  guide. 

4  Constant  to  my  latest  end, 
Thou  my  footsteps  shalt  attend  ; 
And  shalt  bid  Thy  hallowed  dome 
Yield  me  an  eternal  home. 

Rev.  James  Merrick  (1720 — 1769),  1765.     Ab.  and  alt. 

ATSFJ  C.  M. 

iO  I       "A  closer  IValk." — Gen.  v.  24.     1  John  ii.  6. 

i  O  for  a  closer  walk  with  God, 

A  calm  and  heavenly  frame, 

A  light  to  shine  upon  the  road 

That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb  ! 

2  Return,  O  holy  Dove,  return, 

Sweet  messenger  of  rest : 
I  hate  the  sins  that  made  Thee  mourn. 
And  drove  Thee  from  my  breast. 

3  The  dearest  idol  I  have  known, 

Whate'er  that  idol  be  ; 
Help  me  to  tear  it  from  Thy  throne, 
And  worship  only  Thee. 


RETURNING  TO   GOD.  355 

4  So  shall  my  walk  be  close  with  God, 
Calm  and  serene  my  frame ; 
So  purer  light  shall  mark  the  road 
That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb. 

William  Cowper  (1731 — 1800),  1779.     Ab. 
iOO  "Let  us  return."— Hos.  vi.  1-4. 

i  Long  hath  the  night  of  sorrow  reigned  ; 
The  dawn  shall  bring  us  light : 
God  shall  appear,  and  we  shall  rise 
With  gladness  in  His  sight. 

2  Our  hearts,  if  God  we  seek  to  know, 

Shall  know  Him  and  rejoice; 
His  coming  like  the  morn  shall  be, 
Like  morning  songs  His  voice. 

3  As  dew  upon  the  tender  herb, 

Diffusing  fragrance  round ; 
As  showers  that  usher  in  the  spring, 
And  cheer  the  thirsty  ground  ; 

4  So  shall  His  presence  bless  our  souls, 

And  shed  a  joyful  light ; 
That  hallowed  morn  shall  chase  away 
The  sorrows  of  the  night. 

Rev.  John  Morrison  (1749 — 1798),  1781.     Ab. 
~tUy  Panting  for  God.—Ps.  xlii. 

i  As  pants  the  hart  for  cooling  streams, 
When  heated  in  the  chase, 
So  pants  my  soul,  O  Lord,  for  Thee, 
And  Thy  refreshing  grace. 
2  For  Thee,  the  Lord,  the  living  Lord, 
My  thirsty  soul  doth  pine  : 
O  when  shall  I  behold  Thy  face, 
Thou  Majesty  Divine ? 


356  TRUST   IN   GOD. 

3  I  sigh  to  think  of  happier  days, 

When  Thou,  O  Lord,  wast  nigh ; 
When  every  heart  was  tuned  to  praise, 
And  none  so  blest  as  I. 

4  Why  restless,  why  cast  down,  my  soul? 

Trust  God,  and  thou  shalt  sing 
His  praise  again,  and  find  Him  still 
Thy  health's  eternal  Spring. 

Tate  and  Brady,  1696.     Alt. 
Rev.  Henry  Francis  Lyte  (1793 — 1847),  l834- 


AQA  c  M- 

TTwU  Constant  Trust  in  God. 

i   Father  of  Love,  our  Guide  and  Friend, 
O  lead  us  gently  on, 
Until  life's  trial-time  shall  end, 
And  heavenly  peace  be  won. 

2  We  know  not  what  the  path  may  be 

As  yet  by  us  untrod  ; 
But  we  can  trust  our  all  to  Thee, 
Our  Father,  and  our  God. 

3  If  called,  like  Abr'am's  child,  to  climb 

The  hill  of  sacrifice, 
Some  angel  may  be  there  in  time ; 
Deliverance  shall  arise : 

4  Or,  if  some  darker  lot  be  good, 

O  teach  us  to  endure 
The  sorrow,  pain,  or  solitude, 
That  makes  the  spirit  pure. 

5  Christ  by  no  flowery  pathway  came ; 

And  we,  His  followers  here, 
Must  do  Thy  will  and  praise  Thy  Name, 
In  hope,  and  love,  and  fear. 


WAITING   ON    GOD.  357 

6  And,  till  in  Heaven  we  sinless  bow, 
And  faultless  anthems  raise, 
O  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit,  now 
Accept  our  feeble  praise. 

Rev.  William  Josiah  Irons  (1812 — 1883),  1853. 
T"  *J  i,  The  gentle  Shepherd. 

i  There  is  a  little  lonely  fold, 

Whose  flock  one  Shepherd  keeps. 
Through  summer's  heat  and  winter's  cold, 
With  eye  that  never  sleeps. 

2  By  evil  beast,  or  burning  sky, 

Or  damp  of  midnight  air, 
Not  one  in  all  that  flock  shall  die 
Beneath  that  Shepherd's  care. 

3  For  if,  unheeding  or  beguiled, 

In  danger's  path  they  roam, 
His  pity  follows  through  the  wild. 
And  guards  them  safely  home. 

4  O  gentle  Shepherd,  still  behold 

Thy  helpless  charge  in  me ; 
And  take  a  wanderer  to  Thy  fold, 
That,  trembling,  turns  to  Thee. 

Mrs.  Mina  Grace  Saffery  (1773—1858),  1854. 
TW  Z  "  Out  of  the  Depths."— Ps.  cxxx. 

1  Out  of  the  depths  of  woe, 

To  Thee,  O  Lord,  I  cry  ; 
Darkness  surrounds  me,  but  I  know 
That  Thou  art  ever  nigh. 

2  Humbly  I  wait  on  Thee, 

Confessing  all  my  sin  ; 
Lord,  I  am  knocking  at  Thy  gate ; 
Open,  and  take  me  in. 


35^  WAITING   ON    GOD. 

3  Glory  to  God  above  ! 

The  waters  soon  w7ill  cease ; 
For  lo,  the  swift-returning  Dove 
Brings  home  the  sign  of  peace. 

4  Though  storms  His  face  obscure, 

And  dangers  threaten  loud, 
Jehovah's  covenant  is  sure, 
His  bow  is  in  the  cloud. 

James  Montgomery  (1771 — 1854),  1822.     Ab. 


S.  M. 
'Fear  not . 


493 

1  Fear  not,  poor,  weary  one  ; 

But  struggle  bravely  yet ; 
Toil  on  until  thy  task  is  done, 
Until  thy  sun  is  set. 

2  Though  many  are  thy  cares, 

And  many  are  thy  fears, 
The  loving  Christ  thy  burden  shares, 
And  wipes  away  thy  tears. 

3  No  distant  Christ  is  He, 

And  one  that  doth  not  know ; 

But  watches  close  and  constantly 

The  path  which  thou  dost  go. 

4  'Tis  when  thy  heart  is  tried, 

'Tis  in  thine  hour  of  grief, 
He  standeth  ever  at  thy  side, 
And  ever  brings  relief. 

Rev.  Thomas  Cogswell  Upham  (1799 — 1872),  1872. 
494  All  for  God. 

i  Teach  me,  my  God  and  King, 
In  all  things  Thee  to  see, 
And  what  I  do  in  anything, 
To  do  it  as  for  Thee  ; 


WAITING    ON    GOD.  359 

2  To  scorn  the  senses'  sway, 

While  still  to  Thee  I  tend ; 
In  all  I  do  be  Thou  the  Way, 
In  all  be  Thou  the  End. 

3  All  may  of  Thee  partake ; 

Nothing  so  small  can  be 
But  draws,  when  acted  for  Thy  sake, 
Greatness  and  worth  from  Thee. 

4  If  done  t'  obey  Thy  laws. 

E'en  servile  labors  shine; 
Hallowed  is  toil,  if  this  the  cause, 
The  meanest  work,  divine. 

Rev.  George  Herbert  (159s — 1652),  1635.      Ab. 
As?W  \l  atching  and  Praying. — Luke,  xviii.  1.     Phil.  iv.  13. 

i  Jesus,  my  Strength,  my  Hope, 
On  Thee  I  cast  my  care, 
With  humble  confidence  look  up, 
And  know  Thou  hearest  my  prayer. 

2  Give  me  on  Thee  to  wait, 

Till  I  can  all  things  do  ; 
On  Thee,  almighty  to  create, 
Almighty  to  renew. 

3  I  wrant  a  godly  fear, 

A  quick-discerning  eye, 
That  looks  to  Thee  when  sin  is  near, 
And  sees  the  tempter  fly  ; 

4  A  spirit  still  prepared, 

And  armed  with  jealous  care, 
Forever  standing  on  its  guard. 
And  watching  unto  prayer. 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley  (1708 — 1788),  1742.     Ab. 


360  OUR   REFUGE. 

AQ£  S.  M. 

TTw  w  With  71s  on  the  Sea. 

i  Jesus,  one  word  from  Thee 

Fills  my  sad  soul  with  peace. 
My  griefs  are  like  a  tossing  sea : 
They  hear  Thy  voice,  and  cease. 

2  Soon  as  Thy  pitying  face 

Shone  through  my  stormy  fears, 
The  storm  swept  by,  nor  left  a  trace, 
Save  the  sweet  dew  of  tears. 

3  And  when  Thou  call'st  me,  Lord, 

Where  thickest  dangers  be, 
Kven  the  waves  a  path  afford  : 
I  walk  the  waves  with  Thee. 

4  With  Thee  within  my  bark, 

I'll  dare  death's  threatening  tide; 
Nor  count  the  passage  strange  or  dark 
With  Jesus  by  my  side. 

5  Dear  Lord,  Thy  faithful  grace 

I  know  and  I  adore  : 
What  shall  it  be  to  see  Thy  face 
In  Heaven,  forevermore ! 

Rev.  Hervey  Doddridge  Ganse  (1822 —        ),  1872. 

Aon  AA-. 

TC?  1  "  Exceeding great  and  precious  Promises." — 2  Pet.  i.  4. 

i   How  firm  a  foundation,  ye  saints  of  the 
Lord,  [Word ! 

Is   laid   for   your   faith  in  His  excellent 
What  more  can  He  say  than  to  you  He 
hath  said,  [fled?  :|| 

|| :  You   who   unto  Jesus    for  refuge    have 
2  "  Fear  not,  I  am  with  thee,  O  be  not  dis- 
mayed, 


OUR   REFUGE.  36 1 

For  I  am   thy    God,  and  will  still  give 

thee  aid ; 
I'll  strengthen  thee,  help  thee,  and  cause 

thee  to  stand,  [hand.  :|| 

Upheld    by    My   righteous,    omnipotent 

1 '  When  through  the  deep  waters  I  call 

thee  to  go, 
The  rivers  of  woe  shall  not  thee  overflow  ; 
For  I  will  be  with  thee  thy  troubles  to 

bless,  [tress.  :|| 

And   sanctify    to   thee   thy   deepest  dis- 

"When  through  fiery  trials  thy  pathway 

shall  lie, 
My  grace  all-sufficient  shall  be  thy  supply ; 
The   flame  shall   not   hurt  thee  :  I  only 

design 
Thy  dross  to  consume,  and  thy  gold  to 

refine.  :|| 

"E'en  down  to  old  age,   all  My  people 

shall  prove 
My  sovereign,  eternal,  unchangeable  love; 
And  when  hoary  hairs  shall  their  temples 

adorn, 
Like  lambs  they  shall  still  in  My  bosom 

be  borne.  :|| 

1 '  The  soul  that  on  Jesus  hath  leaned  for 
repose 

I  will  not,  I  will  not  desert  to  His  foes ; 

That  soul,  though  all  hell  should  endeav- 
or to  shake,  [sake."  :|| 

I'll    never,    no,    never,     no,    never   for- 

Gcorge  Keith,  1787.     Ab. 


362  CHRIST'S    I^OVK. 

~f  \J  0  "  Lovest  til  ou  Me  ?  ' ' 

i   Hark,  my  soul,  it  is  the  Lord  ; 
'Tis  thy  Saviour,  hear  His  word; 
Jesus  speaks,  and  speaks  to  thee : 
"Say,  poor  sinner,  lovest  thou  Me?" 

2  "I  delivered  thee,  when  bound, 

And,  when  wounded,  healed  Thy  wound  ; 
Sought  thee  wandering,  set  thee  right, 
Turned  thy  darkness  into  light. 

3  "  Can  a  woman's  tender  care 
Cease  towards  the  child  she  bare  ? 
Yes,  she  may  forgetful  be, 

Yet  will  I  remember  thee. 

4  "  Mine  is  an  unchanging  love, 
Higher  than  the  heights  above, 
Deeper  than  the  depths  beneath, 
Free  and  faithful,  strong  as  death. 

5  "Thou  shalt  see  My  glory  soon, 
When  the  work  of  grace  is  done ; 
Partner  of  My  throne  shalt  be  ; 
Say,  poor  sinner,  lovest  thou  Me? 

6  Lord,  it  is  my  chief  complaint, 
That  my  love  is  weak  and  faint ; 
Yet  I  love  Thee,  and  adore ; 

O  for  grace  to  love  Thee  more  ! 

William  Cowper(i73i — 1800),  1797. 


i  UyJ  "Loving  Him  who  first  loved  vie." 

i  Saviour,  teach  me,  day  by  day, 
Love's  sweet  lesson  to  obey  : 


TRUST.  363 

Sweeter  lesson  cannot  be, 
Loving  Him  who  first  loved  me. 

2  Teach  me  all  Thy  steps  to  trace, 
Strong  to  follow  in  Thy  grace  : 
Learning  how  to  love  from  Thee, 
Loving  Him  who  first  loved  me. 

3  Thus  may  I  rejoice  to  show 
That  I  feel  the  love  I  owe : 
Singing,  till  Thy  face  I  see, 

Of  His  love  who  first  loved  me. 

bliss  Jane  E.  Leeson,  1S42.     Al>. 


S.  M. 
God's  Care  a  Remedy  for  ours. — 1  Pet. 


500 

i  How  gentle  God's  commands  ! 
How  kind  His  precepts  are  ! 
'  Come,  cast  your  burdens  on  the  Lord, 
And  trust  His  constant  care." 

2  While  Providence  supports, 

Let  saints  securely  dwell ; 
That  hand,  which  bears  all  nature  up, 
Shall  guide  His  children  well. 

3  Why  should  this  anxious  load 

Press  down  your  weary  mind  ? 
Haste  to  your  heavenly  Father's  throne, 
And  sweet  refreshment  find. 

4  His  goodness  stands  approved 

Down  to  the  present  day  ; 
I'll  drop  my  burden  at  His  feet, 
And  bear  a  song  away. 

Rev.  Philip  Doddridge  (1702 — 1751),  1755 


364  TRUST. 

\J\J1  Sailing  on . 

i  If,  through  unruffled  seas, 

Toward  Heaven  we  calmly  sail, 
With  grateful  hearts,  O  God,  to  Thee, 
We'll  own  the  favoring  gale. 

2  But  should  the  surges  rise, 

And  rest  delay  to  come, 
Blest  be  the  sorrow,  kind  the  storm, 
Which  drives  us  nearer  home. 

3  Soon  shall  our  doubts  and  fears 

All  yield  to  Thy  control : 
Thy  tender  mercies  shall  illume 
The  midnight  of  the  soul. 

4  Teach  us,  in  every  state, 

To  make  Thy  will  our  own  ; 
And  when  the  joys  of  sense  depart, 
To  live  by  faith  alone. 

Rev.  Augustus  Montague  Toplady  (1740 — 1778),  1772.     Ab.  and 
much  alt. 

502  "Befiehldudeine  Wege." 

i  Give  to  the  winds  thy  fears ; 
Hope,  and  be  undismayed  : 
God  hears  thy  sighs,  and  counts  thy  tears; 
God  shall  lift  up  thy  head. 

2  Through  waves  and  clouds  and  storms, 

He  gently  clears  thy  way : 
Wait  thou  His  time,  so  shall  this  night 
Soon  end  in  joyous  day.  * 

3  Far,  far  above  thy  thought 

His  counsel  shall  appear, 
When  fully  He  the  work  hath  wrought 
That  caused  thy  needless  fear. 


TRUST.  365 

4  Thou  seest  our  weakness,  Lord, 

Our  hearts  are  known  to  Thee  ; 
O  lift  Thou  up  the  sinking  hand, 
Confirm  the  feeble  knee. 

5  Let  us,  in  life,  in  death, 

Thy  steadfast  truth  declare, 
And  publish  with  our  latest  breath 
Thy  love  and  guardian  care. 

Rev.  Paul  Gerhardt  1 1606— 1676),  165a. 
Tr.  by  Rev.  John  Wesley  (1703 — 1791),  1739.     Ab. 

r m  s.  m. 

WWW     Trust  in  Providence. — Matt.  vi.  2s.     1  Pet.  v.  7. 

i  Commit  thou  all  thy  griefs 
And  ways  into  His  hands, 
To  His  sure  truth  and  tender  care, 
Who  earth  and  Heaven  commands. 

2  Who  points  the  clouds  their  course, 

Whom  wind  and  seas  obey, 
He  shall  direct  thy  wandering  feet, 
He  shall  prepare  thy  way. 

3  Thou  on  the  Lord  rely, 

So  safe  shalt  thou  go  on ; 
Fix  on  His  work  thy  steadfast  eye, 
So  shall  thy  work  be  done. 

4  No  profit  canst  thou  gain 

By  self-consuming  care ; 
To  Him  commend  thy  cause ;  His  ear 
Attends  the  softest  prayer. 

Rev.  Paul  Gerhardt,  1659. 
Tr.  by  Rev.  John  Wesley,  1739.     Ab. 

WW~X  Safety  in  God. — Ps.  xxxi. 

i   My  spirit,  on  Thy  care, 
Blest  Saviour,  I  recline  : 
Thou  wilt  not  leave  me  to  despair, 
For  Thou  art  Love  divine. 


366  SUBMISSION. 

2  In  Thee  I  place  my  trust, 

On  Thee  I  calmly  rest ; 
I  know  Thee  good,  I  know  Thee  just, 
And  count  Thy  choice  the  best. 

3  Whate'er  events  betide, 

Thy  will  they  all  perform  ; 
Safe  in  Thy  breast  my  head  I  hide, 
Nor  fear  the  coming  storm. 

4  Let  good  or  ill  befall, 

It  must  be  good  for  me  ; 
Secure  of  having  Thee  in  all, 
Of  having  all  in  Thee. 

Rev.  Henry  Francis  Lyte  (1793 — 1847),  1S34. 


V 


Mr  6.  d. 

UUw  " Mein  Jesu,  wie  Dn  willst.'L 

My  Jesus,  as  Thou  wilt :    \  r' 

0  may  Thy  will  be  mine ; 
Into  Thy  hand  of  love 

1  would  my  all  resign. 
Through  sorrow  or  through  joy, 

Conduct  me  as  Thine  own, 
And  help  me  still  to  say, 
My  Lord,  Thy  will  be  done. 

My  Jesus,  as  Thou  wilt : 

If  needy  here  and  poor, 
Give  me  Thy  people's  bread, 

Their  portion  rich  and  sure. 
The  manna  of  Thy  Word 

Let  my  soul  feed  upon  ; 
And  if  all  else  should  fail, 

My  Lord,  Thy  will  be  done. 

My  Jesus,  as  Thou  wilt : 

Though  seen  through  many  a  tear, 


506 


SUBMISSION.  367 

Let  not  my  star  of  hope 

Grow  dim  or  disappear. 
Since  Thou  on  earth  hast  wept 

And  sorrowed  oft  alone, 
If  I  must  weep  with  Thee, 

My  Lord,  Thy  will  be  done. 
My  Jesus,  as  Thou  wilt : 

All  shall  be  well  for  me ; 
Each  changing  future  scene 

I  gladly  trust  with  Thee. 
Straight  to  my  home  above, 

I  travel  calmly  on, 
And  sing,  in  life  or  death, 

My  Lord,  Thy  will  be  done.   / 

Rev.  Benjamin  Schmolke  (1672 — 17;:        -   * 
Tr.  by  Miss  Jane  Borthwick  (1825—        ),  1853.     Ab. 

6.  D. 
Longing  J  or  Christ. 

i   My  spirit  longs  for  Thee 

Within  my  troubled  breast, 
Unworthy  though  I  be 

Of  so  divine  a  Guest. 
Of  so  divine  a  Guest 

Unworthy  though  I  be, 
Yet  has  my  heart  no  rest 

L  nless  it  come  from  Thee. 
2  Unless  it  come  from  Thee, 

In  vain  I  look  around ; 
In  all  that  I  can  see 

Xo  rest  is  to  be  found. 
No  rest  is  to  be  found, 

But  in  Thy  blessed  love  : 
O  let  my  wish  be  crowned. 

And  send  it  from  above. 

Jobn  Byrom    i~;i — 1763      1773 


368  SUBMISSION. 

C07  6- D- 

jy  /  "  Thy  Way,  not  mine." 

i  Thy  way,  not  mine,  0  Lord, 

However  dark  it  be  ! 
Lead  me  by  Thine  own  hand ; 

Choose  out  the  path  for  me. 
I  dare  not  choose  my  lot ; 

I  would  not,  if  I  might ; 
Choose  Thou  for  me,  my  God, 

So  shall  I  walk  aright. 

2  The  kingdom  that  I  seek 

Is  Thine  :  so  let  the  way 
That  leads  to  it  be  Thine, 

Else  I  must  surely  stray. 
Take  Thou  my  cup,  and  it 

With  joy  or  sorrow  fill, 
As  best  to  Thee  may  seem  ; 

Choose  Thou  my  good  and  ill. 

3  Choose  Thou  for  me  my  friends, 

My  sickness  or  my  health, 
Choose  Thou  my  cares  for  me, 

My  poverty  or  wealth. 
Not  mine,  not  mine  the  choice, 

In  things  or  great  or  small ; 
Be  Thou  my  Guide,  my  Strength, 

My  Wisdom,  and  my  All. 

Rev.  Horatius  Bonar  (1808—         ),  1857.     Ab- 


CrtQ  8.8.8.4. 

QUO  "  Thy  Will  be  done." 

i  My  God  and  Father,  while  I  stray 
Far  from  my  home,  on  life's  rough  way 
O  teach  me  from  my  heart  to  say, 
"Thy  will  be  done." 


OUR  NEED  OF  CHRIST.  369 

2  Though  dark  my  path,  and  sad  my  lot, 
Let  me  be  still  and  murmur  not, 

Or  breathe  the  prayer  divinely  taught, 
"Thy  will  be  done." 

3  Renew  my  will  from  day  to  day  ; 
Blend  it  with  Thine,  and  take  away 
All  that  now  makes  it  hard  to  say, 

' '  Thy  will  be  done. ' ' 

4  Then  when  on  earth  I  breathe  no  more, 
The  prayer  oft  mixed  with  tears  before 
I'll  sing  upon  a  happier  shore  : 

"Thy  will  be  done." 

Miss  Charlotte  Elliott  (1789 — 1871),  1834.     Ab. 


509 


7.  6.  D. 
"He  is  precious." — 1  Pet.  ii.  7. 

I  need  Thee,  precious  Jesus, 

For  I  am  full  of  sin  ; 
My  soul  is  dark  and  guilty, 

My  heart  is  dead  within  ; 
I  need  the  cleansing  fountain 

Where  I  can  always  flee, 
The  blood  of  Christ  most  precious, 

The  sinner's  perfect  plea. 

I  need  Thee,  precious  Jesus, 

For  I  am  very  poor ; 
A  stranger  and  a  pilgrim, 

I  have  no  earthly  store  ; 
I  need  the  love  of  Jesus 

To  cheer  me  on  my  way, 
To  guide  my  doubting  footsteps, 

To  be  my  strength  and  stay. 

I  need  Thee,  precious  Jesus, 
And  hope  to  see  Thee  soon, 


370  OUR   NEED   OF   CHRIST. 

Encircled  with  the  rainbow, 

And  seated  on  Thy  throne  : 
There,  with  Thy  blood-bonght  children, 

My  joy  shall  ever  be, 
To  sing  Thy  praises,  Jesus, 

To  gaze,  my  Lord,  on  Thee. 

Rev.  Frederick  Whitfield  (1829 —         ),  1859.     Ab.  and  si.  alt. 

£1fi  7.6.  D. 

vJlV  "Thee,  Thee  only." 

i  Lord  Jesus,  by  Thy  passion, 

To  Thee  I  make  my  prayer ; 
Thou  who  in  mercy  smitest, 

Have  mercy,  Lord,  and  spare: 
O  wash  me  in  the  fountain 

That  floweth  from  Thy  side ; 
O  clothe  me  in  the  raiment 

Thy  blood  hath  purified. 

2  O  bring  me,  loving  Jesus, 

To  that  most  blessed  place, 
Where  angels  and  archangels 

Look  ever  on  Thy  face  ; 
Where  gladsome  Alleluias 

Unceasingly  resound ; 
Where  martyrs,  now  triumphant, 

Walk  robed  in  white,  and  crowned. 

3  O  make  my  spirit  worthy 

To  join  that  ransomed  throng; 
O  teach  my  lips  to  utter 

That  everlasting  song , 
O  give  that  last,  best  blessing 

That  even  saints  can  know, 
To  follow  in  Thy  footsteps 

Wherever  Thou  dost  go. 

The  Book  of  Hours,  1865      Ab. 


511 


THE   GOOD   SHEPHERD.  371 

7.  6.  D. 
The  Good  Shepherd— -John  x.  14. 

O  Jesus  ever  present, 

O  Shepherd  ever  kind. 
Thy  very  Name  is  music. 

To  ear,  and  heart,  and  mind. 
It  woke  my  wondering  childhood 

To  muse  on  things  above  ; 
It  drew  my  harder  manhood 

With  cords  of  mighty  love. 

How  oft  to  sure  destruction 

My  feet  had  gone  astray. 
Wert  Thou  not,  patient  Shepherd, 

The  Guardian  of  my  way. 
How  oft,  in  darkness  fallen, 

And  wounded  sore  by  sin, 
Thy  hand  has  gently  raised  me, 

And  healing  balms  poured  in. 

O  Shepherd  good,  I  follow 

Wherever  Thou  wilt  lead  ; 
Xo  matter  where  the  pasture, 

With  Thee  at  hand  to  feed. 
Thy  voice,  in  life  so  mighty, 

In  death  shall  make  me  bold ; 
O  bring  my  ransomed  spirit 

To  Thine  eternal  fold. 

Rev.  Lawrence  Tuttiett  (1825—         ),  1866. 


512 


7.  6.  D. 
God's  Way  best  for  us. 

Our  yet  unfinished  story 
Is  tending  all  to  this  : 

To  God  the  greatest  glory, 
To  us  the  greatest  bliss. 


372  IN   SORROW. 

Our  plans  may  be  disjointed, 

But  we  may  calmly  rest : 
What  God  has  once  appointed 

Is  better  than  our  best. 

2  We  cannot  see  before  us, 

But  our  all-seeing  Friend 
Is  always  watching  o'er  us, 

And  knows  the  very  end  ; 
And  when  amid  our  blindness 

His  disappointments  fall, 
We  trust  His  loving-kindness 

Whose  wisdom  sends  them  all. 

3  They  are  the  purple  fringes 

That  hide  His  glorious  feet  ; 
They  are  the  fire-wrought  hinges 

Where  truth  and  mercy  meet  ; 
By  them  the  golden  portal 

Of  Providence  shall  ope, 
And  lift  to  praise  immortal 

The  songs  of  faith  and  hope. 

Miss  Frances  Ridley  Havergal  (1836 — 1879),  1872.     Ab. 


0*0  ,iHe  hath  borne  our  Griefs." — Is.  liii.  4. 

i  When  our  heads  are  bowed  with  woe, 
When  our  bitter  tears  o'erflow, 
When  we  mourn  the  lost,  the  dear, 
Jesus,  Son  of  Mary,  hear. 

2  When  the  solemn  death-bell  tolls 
For  our  own  departing  souls, 
When  our  final  doom  is  near, 
Jesus,  Son  of  Mary,  hear. 


in  sorrow.  373 

3  Thou  hast  bowed  the  dying  head, 
Thou  the  blood  of  life  hast  shed, 
Thou  hast  filled  a  mortal  bier : 
Jesus,  Son  of  Mary,  hear. 

4  When  the  heart  is  sad  within 
With  the  thought  of  all  its  sin, 
When  the  spirit  shrinks  with  fear, 
Jesus,  Son  of  Mary,  hear. 

5  Thou,  the  shame,  the  grief  hast  known  ; 
Though  the  sins  were  not  Thine  own, 
Thou  hast  deigned  their  load  to  bear  : 
Jesus,  Son  of  Mary,  hear. 

Rev.  Henry  Hart  Milman  (1791— 1868),  1827.     Ab. 
01  A  "Cast  thy  burden  on  the  Lord." — Ps.  Iv.  22. 

t  Cast  thy  burden  on  the  Lord, 
Only  lean  upon  His  word  ; 
Thou  shalt  soon  have  cause  to  bless 
His  eternal  faithfulness. 

2  Ever  in  the  raging  storm 

Thou  shalt  see  His  cheering  form, 
Hear  His  pledge  of  coming  aid : 
"It  is  I,  be  not  afraid." 

3  Cast  thy  burden  at  His  feet ; 
Linger  at  His  mercy-seat : 
He  will  lead  thee  by  the  hand 
Gently  to  the  better  land. 

4  He  will  gird  thee  by  His  power, 
In  thy  weary,  fainting  hour  ; 
Lean,  then,  loving,  on  His  word, 
Cast  thy  burden  on  the  Lord. 

Rev.  Rowland  Hill  (1744— 1833),  1783.     V.   1. 
George  Rawson  (1S07—         ),  1857.     Ab   and  rain  h  all. 


374  in  SORROW. 

515  „„7-7-7/5- .. 

W«fcW  Hear  and  save. 

i  Lord  of  mercy  and  of  might, 
Of  mankind  the  Life  and  Light, 
Maker,  Teacher  infinite, 
Jesus,  hear  and  save. 

2  Strong  Creator,  Saviour  mild, 
Humbled  to  a  mortal  child, 
Captive,  beaten,  bound,  reviled, 

Jesus,  hear  and  save. 

3  Throned  above  celestial  things, 
Borne  aloft  on  angels'  wings, 
Lord  of  lords,  and  King  of  kings, 

Jesus,  hear  and  save. 

4  Soon  to  come  to  earth  again, 
Judge  of  angels  and  of  men, 
Hear  us  now,  and  hear  us  then, 

Jesus,  hear  and  save. 

Bp.  Reginald  Heber  (1783— 1826),  1811.     Ab. 

ri£  7.7.7.5. 

wlU  Prayer  for  Comfort. 

i   In  the  dark  and  cloudy  day, 
When  earth's  riches  flee  away, 
And  the  last  hope  will  not  stay, 
Saviour,  comfort  me. 

2  When  the  hoard  of  many  years 
Like  a  fleet-cloud  disappears, 
And  the  future's  full  of  fears, 

Saviour,  comfort  me. 

3  When  the  secret  idol's  gone 
That  my  poor  heart  yearned  upon, 
Desolate,  bereft,  alone, 

Saviour,  comfort  me. 


LEANING   ON   CHRIST.  375 

4  Thou,  who  wast  so  sorely  tried, 
In  the  darkness  crucified, 

Bid  me  in  Thy  love  confide  : 
Saviour,  comfort  me. 

5  In  these  hours  of  sad  distress, 
Let  me  know  He  loves  no  less, 
Bids  me  trust  His  faithfulness : 

Saviour,  comfort  me. 

6  Not  unduly  let  me  grieve, 
Meekly  the  kind  stripes  receive, 
Let  me  humbly  still  believe  : 

Saviour,  comfort  me. 

Rev.  Robert  Herrick  (1591 — 1674),  1647.     Ab 

riF7  L.  M.61. 

(Ji  /       Christ  able  to  succor  the  tempted. — Heb.  ii.  18. 

i  When  gathering  clouds  around  I  view, 
And  days  are  dark,  and  friends  are  few, 
On  Him  I  lean,  who  not  in  vain 
Experienced  every  human  pain  ; 
He  sees  my  wants,  allays  my  fears, 
And  counts  and  treasures  up  my  tears. 

2  If  aught  should  tempt  my  soul  to  stray 
From  heavenly  wisdom's  narrow  way  ; 
To  fly  the  good  I  would  pursue, 

Or  do  the  sin  I  would  not  do  ; 

Still  H2  who  felt  temptation's  power, 

Shall  guard  me  in  that  dangerous  hour. 

3  When  sorrowing  o'er  some  stone  I  bend, 
Which  covers  what  was  once  a  friend, 
And  from  his  voice,  his  hand,  his  smile, 
Divides  me  for  a  little  while  ; 

-  Thou,  Saviour,  mark'st  the  tears  I  shed, 
For  Thou  didst  weep  o'er  Lazarus  dead. 


376  THE  SURE   RETREAT. 

4  And  O,  when  I  have  safely  past 
Through  every  conflict  but  the  last, 
Still,  still  unchanging,  watch  beside 
My  painful  bed,  for  Thou  hast  died  ; 
Then  point  to  realms  of  cloudless  day, 
And  wipe  the  latest  tear  away. 

Sir  Robert  Grant  (1788— 1838)",  1806,  1812.     Ab. 

£1Q  LM 

UIO  The  Mercy-seat. 

i   From  every  stormy  wind  that  blows, 
From  every  swelling  tide  of  woes, 
There  is  a  calm,  a  sure  retreat : 
'Tis  found  beneath  the  mercy-seat. 

2  There  is  a  place  where  Jesus  sheds 
The  oil  of  gladness  on  our  heads  ; 

A  place  than  all  besides  more  sweet : 
It  is  the  blood-bought  mercy-seat. 

3  There  is  a  spot  where  spirits  blend, 
Where  friend  holds  fellowship  with  friend ; 
Though  sundered  far,  by  faith  they  meet 
Around  one  common  mercy-seat. 

4  There,  there,  on  eagle  wings  we  soar, 
And  time  and  sense  seem  all  no  more  ; 
And  Heaven  comes  down  oursoulstogreet, 
And  glory  crowns  the  mercy-seat. 

5  O  may  my  hand  forget  her  skill, 
My  tongue  be  silent,  cold,  and  still, 
This  bounding  heart  forget  to  beat, 
If  I  forget  the  mercy-seat. 

Rev.  Hugh  Stowell  (1799— 1865),  1832.     Ab. 
\JL\J  Far  from  Home. 

i   'Tis  thus  in  solitude  I  roam 

O'er  many  a  land  and  tossing  sea  ; 


THE  SURE   RETREAT.  377 

And  yet,  afar  from  friends  and  home, 
I  find,  O  God,  a  home  in  Thee. 

2  I  pass  from  things  of  space  and  time, 

The  finite  meets  or  leaves  my  sight ; 
But  God  expands  o'er  every  elime, 
The  clothing  of  the  Infinite. 

3  He  walks  the  earth,  He  rides  the  air; 

The  lightning's  speed  He  leaves  behind. 
His  Name  is  Love.     And  tell  me,  where 
Is  sea  or  land  He  cannot  find  ? 

4  O,  long  I've  known  Him.     Could  it  be 

That  if  He  did  not  hold  me  dear, 
He  thus  would  travel  land  and  sea, 
And  throw  His  arms  around  me  here? 

5  I  could  not  leave  Him,  if  I  would  ; 

I  would  not,  if  the  power  were  given  ; 

'Twould  be  to  leave  the  True  and  Good, 

The  soul's  Repose,  the  spirit's  Heaven. 

Rev.  Thomas  Cogswell  Upham  (1799 — 1872),  1853.     Ab. 


r«A  L.  M. 

vj  ^aj  V  Watching  and  Praying. 

i  They  pray  the  best  who  pray  and  watch, 
They  watch  the  best  who  watch  and 
pray, 
They  hear  Christ's  fingers  on  the  latch, 
Whether  He  comes  by  night,  or  da}'. 

2  Whether  they  guard  the  gates  and  watch, 
Or,  patient,  toil  for  Him,  and  wait, 
They  hear  His  fingers  on  the  latch, 
If  early  He  doth  come,  or  late. 


37*3  the  calm  retreat. 

3  With  trembling  joy  they  hail  their  Lord, 

And  haste  His  welcome  feet  to  kiss, 
While  He,  well  pleased,  doth  speak  the 
word 
That  thrills  them  with  unending  bliss  ; 

4  "Well  done,  My  servants,  now  receive, 

For  faithful  work,  reward  and  rest, 
And  wreaths  which  busy  angels  weave, 
To  crown  the  men  who  serve  Me  best. ' ' 

Rev.  Edward  Hopper  (1818—         ),  1873. 

r«i  c.  m. 

0  —  1  "Fa rfrom  th e  World. * ' 

i  Far  from  the  world,  O  Lord,  I  flee, 
From  strife  and  tumult  far ; 
From  scenes  where  Satan  wages  still 
His  most  successful  war. 

2  The  calm  retreat,  the  silent  shade, 

With  prayer  and  praise  agree, 
And  seem  by  Thy  sweet  bounty  made 
For  those  who  follow  Thee. 

3  There,  if  Thy  Spirit  touch  the  soul, 

And  grace  her  mean  abode, 
O  with  what  peace,  and  joy,  and  love 
She  communes  with  her  God  ! 

4  Author  and  Guardian  of  my  life, 

Sweet  Source  of  love  divine, 
And,  all  harmonious  names  in  one, 
My  Saviour,  Thou  art  mine  ! 

5  What  thanks  I  owe  Thee,  and  what  love, 

A  boundless,  endless  store, 
Shall  echo  through  the  realms  above, 
When  time  shall  be  no  more  ! 

William  Cowper  (1731 — 1800,1,  1779.     Ab 


PRAYER.  379 

Mrt  C.  M. 

Q&hi         Moving  the  Hand  "which  moves  the  World, 

i  There  is  an  eye  that  never  sleeps 
Beneath  the  wing  of  night ; 
There  is  an  ear  that  never  shuts, 
When  sink  the  beams  of  light. 

2  There  is  an  arm  that  never  tires, 

When  human  strength  gives  way ; 
There  is  a  love  that  never  fails, 
When  earthly  loves  decay. 

3  That  eye  is  fixed  on  seraph  throngs ; 

That  arm  upholds  the  sky  ; 
That  ear  is  filled  with  angel  songs ; 
That  love  is  throned  on  high. 

4  But  there's  a  power  which  man  can  wield, 

When  mortal  aid  is  vain, 
That  eye,  that  arm,  that  love  to  reach, 
That  listening  ear  to  gain. 

5  That  power  is  prayer,  which  soars  on  high, 

Through  Jesus,  to  the  throne, 
And  moves  the  hand  which  moves  the 
world, 
To  bring  salvation  down. 

Rev.  John  Aikman  Wallace  (1802 — 1870),  1839.     Ab. 


C  M. 

Prayer . 


523 

1  Prayer  is  the  soul's  sincere  desire, 

Uttered  or  unexpressed, 
The  motion  of  a  hidden  fire 
That  trembles  in  the  breast. 

2  Prayer  is  the  burden  of  a  sigh, 

The  falling  of  a  tear, 
The  upward  glancing  of  an  eye, 
When  none  but  God  is  near. 


3S0  PRAYER. 

3  Prayer  is  the  simplest  form  of  speech 

That  infant  lips  can  try ; 
Prayer  the  snblimest  strains  that  reach 
The  Majesty  on  high. 

4  Prayer  is  the  contrite  sinner's  voice 

Returning  from  his  ways, 
While  angels  in  their  songs  rejoice, 
And  cry,  ' '  Behold,  he  prays  ! ' ' 

5  Prayer  is  the  Christian's  vital  breath, 

The  Christian's  native  air, 
His  watchword  at  the  gates  of  death  ; 
He  enters  Heaven  with  prayer. 

6  O  Thou,  by  whom  we  come  to  God, 

The  Life,  the  Truth,  the  Way, 
The  path  of  prayer  Thyself  hast  trod  : 
Lord,  teach  us  how  to  pray. 

James  Montgomery  (1771 — 1854),  1819,  1853.     Ah 


524 


C  M. 
Evening  Twilight. 

i   I  LOVE  to  steal  awhile  away 
From  every  cumbering  care, 
And  spend  the  hours  of  setting  day 
In  humble,  grateful  prayer. 

2  I  love,  in  solitude,  to  shed 

The  penitential  tear ; 
And  all  His  promises  to  plead 
Where  none  but  God  can  hear. 

3  I  love  to  think  on  mercies  past, 

And  future  good  implore  ; 
And  all  my  cares  and  sorrows  cast 
On  Him  whom  I  adore. 


PRAYER    AND   SERVICE.  381 

4  I  love,  by  faith,  to  take  a  view 

Of  brighter  scenes  in  Heaven  ; 
The  prospect  doth  my  strength  renew. 
While  here  by  tempests  driven. 

5  Thus,  when  life's  toilsome  day  is  o'er. 

May  its  departing  ray 
Be  calm  as  this  impressive  hour, 
And  lead  to  endless  day. 

Mrs.  Phoebe  Hinsdale  Brow:.      -  ,  1824. 


525 


"Pray  -1  Thess.  v.  17. 

i   Pray,  without  ceasing,  pray. 
Your  Captain  gives  the  word  : 
His  summons  cheerfully  obey, 
And  call  upon  the  Lord. 

2  To  God  your  even.-  want 

In  instant  prayer  display  : 
Pray  always  ;  pray,  and  never  faint ; 
Pray,  without  ceasing,  pray. 

3  From  strength  to  strength  go  on  : 

Wrestle,  and  fight,  and  pray  ; 
Tread  all  the  powers  of  darkness  down, 
And  win  the  well-fought  day. 

4  Still  let  the  Spirit  cry, 

In  all  His  soldiers — '  Come." 
Till  Christ  the  Lord  descends  from  high, 
And  takes  the  conquerors  home. 

Rev.  Charle-  Wes  '■'-),  *749-     Ab. 

H9£  8.8.8.4. 

VmW  Christian  Giving. 

i   O  Lord  of  Heaven,  and  earth,  and  sea. 
To  Thee  all  praise  and  glory  be  : 
How  shall  we  show  our  love  to  Thee, 
Who  givest  all? 


382  SERVICE. 

2  Thou  didst  not  spare  Thine  only  Son, 
But  gavest  Him  for  a  world  undone, 
And  freely  with  that  Blessed  One 

Thou  givest  all. 

3  Thou  givest  the  Spirit's  blessed  dower, 
Spirit  of  life,  and  love,  and  power, 
And  dost  His  sevenfold  graces  shower 

Upon  us  all. 

4  For  souls  redeemed,  for  sins  forgiven, 
For  means  of  grace,  and  hopes  of  Heaven, 
What  can  to  Thee,  O  Lord,  be  given, 

Who  givest  all? 

Bp.  Christopher  Wordsworth  (1807— 1885),  1863.     Ab.  and  alt. 

rnn  l.  m. 

\Jml  I  Serving  Christ. — Phil.  i.  22. 

i  My  gracious  Lord,  I  own  Thy  right 
To  every  service  I  can  pay, 
And  call  it  my  supreme  delight 
To  hear  Thy  dictates  and  obey. 

2  I  would  not  breathe  for  worldly  joy, 

Or  to  increase  my  worldly  good  ; 
Nor  future  days  nor  powers  employ 
To  spread  a  sounding  name  abroad. 

3  'Tis  to  my  Saviour  I  wrould  live, 

To  Him  who  for  my  ransom  died  ; 
Nor  could  the  bowers  of  Eden  give 
Such  bliss  as  blossoms  at  His  side. 

4  His  work  my  hoary  age  shall  bless, 

When  youthful  vigor  is  no  more  ; 
And  my  last  hour  of  life  confess 
His  dying  love,  His  saving  power. 

Rev.   Philip  Doddridge  (1702 — 1751)1  1755.     Ab.  and  alt 


SERVICE.  383 

FOQ  L.  M. 

UtajO  "60,  /«£<?>-  <?«." 

i  Go,  labor  on  ;  spend  and  be  spent, 
Thy  joy  to  do  the  Father's  will : 
It  is  the  way  the  Master  went ; 

Should  not  the  servant  tread  it  still  ? 

2  Go,  labor  on  ;  'tis  not  for  naught ; 

Thine  earthly  loss  is  heavenly  gain  : 

Men  heed  thee,  love  thee,  praise  thee  not ; 

The  Master  praises, — what  are  men  ? 

3  Go,  labor  on  ;  enough,  while  here, 

If  He  shall  praise  thee,  if  He  deign 
Thy  willing  heart  to  mark  and  cheer : 
No  toil  for  Him  shall  be  in  vain. 

4  Toil  on,  and  in  thy  toil  rejoice ; 

For  toil  comes  rest,  for  exile,  home  ; 
Soon  shalt  thou  hear  the   Bridegroom's 
voice, 
The  midnight  peal :  ' '  Behold,  I  come  ! ' ' 

Rev.  Horatius  Bonar  (1808 —        ),  1857.     Ab. 
WtaJw        Adorning  the  DoFtrine. — Titus,  ii.  10-13. 

i  So  let  our  lips  and  lives  express 
The  holy  gospel  we  profess ; 
So  let  our  works  and  virtues  shine, 
To  prove  the  doclrine  all  divine. 

2  Thus  shall  we  best  proclaim  abroad 
The  honors  of  our  Saviour  God ; 
When  His  salvation  reigns  within, 
And  grace  subdues  the  power  of  sin. 

3  Our  flesh  and  sense  must  be  denied, 
Passion  and  envy,  lust  and  pride  ; 
While  justice,  temperance,  truth,  and  love, 
Our  inward  piety  approve. 


384  SERVICE. 

4  Religion  bears  our  spirits  up, 

While  we  expect  that  blessed  hope, 
The  bright  appearance  of  the  Lord, 
And  faith  stands  leaning  on  His  word. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts  (1674— 1748),  1709.     SI.  alt. 

ron  c.  m. 

WWW  The  -winning  Side . 

i  Workman  of  God,  O  lose  not  heart, 
But  learn  what  God  is  like ; 
And  in  the  darkest  battle-field 
Thou  shalt  know  where  to  strike. 

2  Thrice  blest  is  he  to  whom  is  given 

The  instincl  that  can  tell 
That  God  is  on  the  field,  when  He 
Is  most  invisible. 

3  Blest  too  is  he  who  can  divine, 

Where  real  right  doth  lie, 
And  .dares  to  take  the  side  that  seems 
Wrong  to  man's  blindfold  eye. 

4  Then  learn  to  scorn  the  praise  of  men, 

And  learn  to  lose  with  God  ; 
For  Jesus  won  the  world  through  shame. 
,         And  beckons  thee  His  road. 

5  For  right  is  right,  since  God  is  God, 

And  right  the  day  must  win  ; 
To  doubt  would  be  disloyalty, 
To  falter  would  be  sin. 

Rev.  Frederick  William  Faber  (1814— 1863),  1849.     Ab. 
531  Waiting  for  Light. 

i  O  very  God  of  very  God, 
And  very  Light  of  Light, 
Whose  feet  this  earth's  dark  valley  trod, 
That  so  it  might  be  bright ; 


SERVICE.  385 

2  Our  hopes  are  weak,  our  fears  are  strong, 

Thick  darkness  blinds  our  eyes  ; 
Cold  is  the  night,  and  O  we  long 
That  Thou,  our  Sun,  wouldst  rise. 

3  O  guide  us  till  our  path  is  done, 

And  we  have  reached  the  shore 
Where  Thou,  our  everlasting  Sun, 
Art  shining  evermore. 

4  We  wait  in  faith,  and  turn  our  face 

To  where  the  daylight  springs, 
Till  Thou  shalt  come  our  gloom  to  chase, 
With  healing  on  Thy  wings. 

Rev.  John  Mason  Neale  (1818—1866),  1854.     Ab. 


532 


C   M. 
'  The  Poor  always  'with you." — Matt.  xxvi.  11. 

Lord,  lead  the  way  the  Saviour  went, 

By  lane  and  cell  obscure, 
And  let  our  treasures  still  be  spent, 

Like  His,  upon  the  poor. 

Like  Him,  through  scenes  of  deep  distress, 
Who  bore  the  world's  sad  weight, 

We,  in  their  crowded  loneliness, 
Would  seek  the  desolate. 

For  Thou  hast  placed  us  side  by  side 

In  this  wide  world  of  ill; 
And  that  Thy  followers  may  be  tried, 

The  poor  are  with  us  still. 

Mean  are  all  offerings  we  can  make ; 

But  Thou  hast  taught  us,  Lord, 
If  given  for  the  Saviour's  sake, 

They  lose  not  their  reward. 

R^v.  William  Croswell  (1804-^-1851  ,  183X 


386  service. 

rqO  S.  M 

Www  "Thine  alone." 

i  Wk  give  Thee  but  Thine  own, 
Whate'er  the  gift  may  be : 
All  that  we  have  is  Thine  alone, 
A  trust,  O  Lord,  from  Thee. 

2  O,  hearts  are  bruised  and  dead, 

And  homes  are  bare  and  cold, 
And  lambs,  for  whom  the  Shepherd  bled, 
Are  straying  from  the  fold. 

3  To  comfort  and  to  bless, 

To  find  a  balm  for  woe, 
To  tend  the  lone  and  fatherless, 
Is  angels'  work  below. 

4  The  captive  to  release, 

To  God  the  lost  to  bring, 
To  teach  the  way  of  life  and  peace, 
It  is  a  Christ-like  thing. 

5  And  we  believe  Thy  word, 

Though  dim  our  faith  may  be  ; 
Whate'er  for  Thine  we  do,  O  Lord, 
We  do  it  unto  Thee. 

Bp.  William  Walsham  How  (1823—        ),  1854.     Ab 

ro4.  .  s.  m. 

WW  TT  7/  aiting  Orders  from  Heaven. 

i  Happy  the  man,  who  knows 
His  Master  to  obey  ; 
Whose  life  of  care  and  labor  flows. 
Where  God  points  out  the  way. 

2  He  riseth  to  his  task, 

Soon  as  the  word  is  given  ; 
Nor  waits,  nor  doth  a  question  ask, 
When  orders  come  from  Heaven. 


SERVICE.  387 

3  Nothing  he  calls  his  own  ; 

Nothing  he  hath  to  say ; 
His  feet  are  shod  for  God  alone, 
And  God  alone  obey. 

4  Give  us,  O  God,  this  mind, 

Which  waits  for  Thy  command, 
And  doth  its  highest  pleasure  find 
In  Thy  great  work  to  stand. 

Rev.  Thomas  Cogswell  Upham  (1799 — 1872),  1872 

ror  s.  m. 

WWW       Bearing  One  Another' s  Burdens. — Gal.  vi.  2. 

i   O  PRAISE  our  God  to-day, 
His  constant  mercy  bless, 
Whose  love  hath  helped  us  on  our  way, 
And  granted  us  success. 

2  His  arm  the  strength  imparts 

Our  daily  toil  to  bear ; 
His  grace  alone  inspires  our  hearts, 
Each  other's  load  to  share. 

3  O  happiest  work  below, 

Earnest  of  joy  above, 
To  sweeten  many  a  cup  of  woe, 
By  deeds  of  holy  love  ! 

4  LordU.  may  it  be  our  choice 

This  blessed  rule  to  keep, 
"  Rejoice  with  them  that  do  rejoice, 
And  weep  with  them  that  weep." 

Rev.  Sir  Henry  Williams  Baker  (1821—1877),  1861.     Ab 

roc  s.  m 

WWW         "  The  watchful  Servant."  —  Like  xii.  35 — 38. 

i  Ye  servants  of  the  Lord, 
Each  in  his  office  wait, 
Observant  of  His  heavenly  word. 
And  watchful  at  His  gate. 


388  service 

2  Let  all  your  lamps  be  bright, 

And  trim  the  golden  flame  ; 
Gird  up  your  loins  as  in  His  sight, 
For  awful  is  His  Name. 

3  Watch  !   'tis  your  Lord's  command; 

And  while  we  speak,  He's  near  : 
Mark  the  first  signal  of  His  hand, 
And  ready  all  appear. 

4  O  happy  servant  he, 

In  such  a  posture  found  ! 
He  shall  his  Lord  with  rapture  see, 
And  be  with  honor  crowned. 

5  Christ  shall  the  banquet  spread 

With  His  own  royal  hand, 
And  raise  that  faithful  servant's  head 
Amid  th'  angelic  band. 

Rev.  Philip  Doddridge  (1702 — 1751),  1755.     SI.  alt. 

CQ7  8.  7.  D. 

yO  1  The  Blessedness  of  Giving. — Acts  xx.  35. 

i  Lord  of  Glory,  who  hast  bought  us 

With  Thy  life-blood  as  the  price, 
Never  grudging  for  the  lost  ones  • 

That  tremendous  sacrifice  ; 
And  with  that  hast  freely  given 

Blessings,  countless  as  the  sand, 
To  th'  unthankful  and  the  evil, 

With  Thine  own  unsparing  hand. 

2  Grant  us  hearts,  dear  Lord,  to  yield  Thee 
Gladly,  freely  of  Thine  own  ; 
With  the  sunshine  of  Thy  goodness 
Melt  our  thankless  hearts  of  stone. 


SERVICE.  389 

Wondrous  honor  hast  Thou  given 

To  our  humblest  charity. 
In  Thine  own  mysterious  sentence, 

"Ye  have  done  it  unto  Me." 

Lord  of  Glory,  who  hast  bought  us 

With  Thy  life-blood  as  the  price, 
Never  grudging  for  the  lost  ones 

That  tremendous  sacrifice, 
Give  us  faith,  to  trust  Thee  boldly, 

Hope,  to  stay  our  souls  on  Thee ; 
But,  O  best  of  all  Thy  graces, 

Give  us  Thine  own  charity. 

Mrs.  Eliza  Sibbald  Alderson.  1868.     Ab. 


538 


8.  7.  D. 
The  Call  to  Service. 


We  are  living,  we  are  dwelling, 

In  a  grand  and  awful  time, 
In  an  age  on  ages  telling ; 

To  be  living  is  sublime. 
Hark,  the  waking  up  of  nations, 

Gog  and  Magog,  to  the  fray. 
Hark,  what  soundeth?  is  creation 

Groaning  for  its  latter  day  ? 

Worlds  are  charging,  Heaven  beholding, 

Thou  hast  but  an  hour  to  fight ; 
Xow  the  blazoned  cross  unfolding, 

On,  right  onward,  for  the  right ! 
On  !  let  all  the  soul  within  you 

For  the  truth's  sake  go  abroad. 
Strike  !  let  every  nerve  and  sinew 

Tell  on  ages,  tell  for  God. 

Bp.  Arthur  Cleveland  Coxe  1  i3i8—         ),  1840. 


39°  SERVICE. 

rqn  .   c.  m. 

WWW  " God 's  Blessing  invoked." — Ps.  xc.  17. 

i  Shine  on  our  souls,  eternal  God, 
With  rays  of  beauty  shine : 
O  let  Thy  favor  crown  our  days, 
And  all  their  round  be  Thine. 

2  Did  we  not  raise  our  hands  to  Thee, 

Our  hands  might  toil  in  vain  ; 
Small  joy  success  itself  could  give, 
If  Thou  Thy  love  restrain. 

3  With  Thee  let  every  week  begin, 

With  Thee  each  day  be  spent ; 
For  Thee  each  fleeting  hour  improved, 
Since  each  by  Thee  is  lent. 

4  Thus  cheer  us  through  this  desert  road, 

Till  all  our  labors  cease  ; 
And  Heaven  refresh  our  weary  souls 
With  everlasting  peace. 

Rev.  Philip  Doddridge  (1702 — 1751),  1755. 

540 

1  All  unseen  the  Master  walketh 

By  the  toiling  servant's  side : 
Comfortable  words  He  speaketh, 
While  His  hands  uphold  and  guide. 

2  Grief,  nor  pain,  nor  any  sorrow 

Rends  thy  heart,  to  Him  unknown ; 
He  to-day,  and  He  to-morrow, 
Grace  sufficient  gives  His  own. 

3  Holy  strivings  nerve  and  strengthen, 

Long  endurance  wins  the  crown : 

When  the  evening  shadows  lengthen, 

Thou  shalt  lay  thy  burden  down. 

Thomas  MacKellar  (1812—         ),  1852.     Ab.  and  si.  alt. 


DAILY    PRAYER.  391 

CA1  7-GI- 

wTi*  "  The  Lord  is  Thy  Keeper." — Ps.  exxi.  5. 

i  Every  morning  mercies  new 
Fall  as  fresh  as  morning  dew  ; 
Every  morning  let  us  pay 
Tribute  with  the  early  day ; 
For  Thy  mercies,  Lord,  are  sure; 
Thy  compassion  doth  endure. 

2  Still  the  greatness  of  Thy  love 
Daily  doth  our  sins  remove  ; 
Daily,  far  as  east  from  west, 
Lifts  the  burden  from  the  breast ; 
Gives  untought,  to  those  who  pray, 
Strength  to  stand  in  evil  day. 

3  Let  our  pra}rers  each  morn  prevail, 
That  these  gifts  may  never  fail ; 
And,  as  we  confess  the  sin 

And  the  tempter's  power  within, 
Feed  us  with  the  Bread  of  Life; 
Fit  us  for  our  daily  strife. 

4  As  the  morning  light  returns, 
As  the  sun  with  splendor  burns, 
Teach  us  still  to  turn  to  Thee, 
Ever  blessed  Trinity, 

With  our  hands  our  hearts  to  raise, 
In  unfailing  prayer  and  praise. 

Rev.  Horatius  Bonar  (1808 —         ),  1868. 
W*X  mI         "New  every  Morning." — Lam.  iii.  22,  23. 

I  New  every  morning  is  the  love 
Our  wakening  and  uprising  prove  ; 
Through  sleep  and  darkness  safely  brought, 
Restored  to  life,  and  power,  and  thought, 


392  DAIIyY    PKAYKK. 

2  New  mercies,  each  returning  day, 
Hover  round  us  while  we  pray  ; 
New  perils  past,  new  sins  forgiven, 
New  thoughts  of  God,new  hopes  of  Heaven 

3  If  on  our  daily  course  our  mind 
Be  set,  to  hallow  all  we  find, 

New  treasures  still,  of  countless  price, 
God  will  provide  for  sacrifice. 

4  The  trivial  round,  the  common  task, 
Will  furnish  all  we  ought  to  ask, — 
Room  to  deny  ourselves,  a  road 

To  bring  us  daily  nearer  God. 

5  Only,  O  Lord,  in  Thy  dear  love 
Fit  us  for  perfect,  rest  above ; 
And  help  us,  this  and  every  day, 
To  live  more  nearly  as  we  pray. 

Rev.  John  Keble  (1792—1866),  1827.     Ab. 
UT^  Jesus  the  Best  Beloved. 

i  Jesus,  my  heart  within  me  burns, 
To  tell  Thee  all  its  conscious  love ; 
And  from  earth's  low  delights  it  turns, 
To  taste  a  joy  like  that  above. 

2  When  Thou  to  me  dost  condescend, 

In  love  divine,  Thou  blessed  One, 

The  moments  that  with  Thee  I  spend, 

Seem  e'en  as  Heaven  it  elf  begun. 

3  Though  oft  these  lips  my  love  have  told, 

They  still  the  story  would  repeat ; 
To  me  the  rapture  ne'er  grows  old 
That  thrills  me,  bending  at  Thy  feet. 


DAILY    PRAYER.  393 

4  I  breathe  my  words  into  Thine  ear  ; 

I  seem  to  fix  mine  eyes  on  Thine ; 
And  sure  that  Thou  dost  wait  to  hear, 
I  dare  in  faith  to  call  Thee  mine. 

5  Reign  Thou  sole  Sovereign  of  my  heart, 

My  all  I  yield  to  Thy  control ; 
0  let  me  neYer  from  Thee  part, 
Thou  best  Beloved  of  my  soul. 

Rev.  Ray  Palmer  (1808—        ),  1869. 
\^  i   i    For  Morning  or  Evening. — Lam.  iii.  23.      Is.  xlv.  7. 

t   My  God,  how  endless  is  Thy  loYe  : 
Thy  gifts  are  every  evening  new  ; 
And  morning  mercies  from  above 
Gently  distil  like  early  dew. 

2  Thou  spread'st  the  curtains  of  the  night, 

Great  Guardian  of  my  sleeping  hours  ; 
Thy  sovereign  word  restores  the  light, 
And  quickens  all  my  drowsy  powers. 

3  I  yield  my  powers  to  Thy  command  ; 

To  Thee  I  consecrate  my  days ; 
Perpetual  blessings  from  Thy  hand 
Demand  perpetual  songs  of  praise. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts  (1674 — 1748),  1709. 


545 


L.  M. 

Morning  Hymn. 

Lord  God  of  morning  and  of  night, 
We  thank  Thee  for  Thy  gift  of  light : 
As  in  the  dawn  the  shadows  fly, 
We  seem  to  find  Thee  now  more  nigh. 
Fresh  hopes  have  wakened  in  the  heart, 
Fresh  force  to  do  our  daily  part ; 
Thy  thousand  sleeps  our  strength  restore, 
A  thousand-fold  to  serve  Thee  more. 


394  DAILY    PRAYER. 

3  Yet  whilst  Thy  will  we  would  pursue, 
Oft  what  we  would  we  cannot  do ; 
The  sun  may  stand  in  zenith  skies, 
But  on  the  soul  thick  midnight  lies. 

4  O  Lord  of  lights,  'tis  Thou  alone  [own; 
Canst  make  our  darkened  hearts  Thine 
Though  this  new  day  with  joy  we  see, 

O  Dawn  of  God,  we  cry  for  Thee. 

5  Praise  God,  our  Maker  and  our  Friend  ; 
Praise  Him  through  time,  till  time  shall 
Till  psalm  and  song  His  Name  adore  [end; 
Through  Heaven's  great  day  of  Evermore. 

Francis  Turner  Palgrave  (1824 —         ),  1867. 

r  A£  l.  m. 

sj  XU  "  Aurora  jam  spargit  polum." 

i  Thk  dawn  is  sprinkling  in  the  east 
Its  golden  shower,  as  day  flows  in  ; 
Fast  mount  the  pointed  shafts  of  light : 
Farewell  to  darkness  and  to  sin. 

2  vSo,  Lord,  when  that  last  morning  breaks, 
Which  shrouds  in  darkness  earth  and 
May  it  on  us,  low  bending  here,      [skies, 
Arrayed  in  joyful  light  arise. 

Ambrosian,  4th  or  5th  century. 
Tr.  by  Rev.  Edward  Caswall  (1814—1878),  1849.     Ab.  and  alt. 

£4.7  s- M- 

W  it  1     Communion  ivith  God  and  Christ. — 1  John  i.  3. 

i  Our  Heavenly  Father  calls, 
And  Christ  invites  us  near; 
With  both  our  friendship  shall  be  sweet, 
And  our  communion  dear. 

2  God  pities  all  my  griefs  ; 
He  pardons  every  day  ; 


DAILY    PRAYER.  395 

Almighty  to  protect  my  soul. 
And  wise  to  guide  my  way. 

3  Jesus,  my  living  Head, 

We  bless  Thy  faithful  care  ; 
Mine  Advocate  before  the  throne, 
And  my  Forerunner  there. 

4  Here  fix,  my  roving  heart, 

Here  wait,  my  warmest  love, 
Till  the  communion  be  complete, 
In  nobler  scenes  above. 

Rev.  Philip  Doddridge  (1702— 1 751),  1755.     Ab 


548 


c.  M. 

"yam  lucis  orto  sidere." 


i  Now  that  the  sun  is  gleaming  bright, 
Implore  we,  bending  low, 
That  He,  the  uncreated  light, 
May  guide  us  as  we  go. 

2  Xo  sinful  word,  nor  deed  of  wrong, 

Xor  thoughts  that  idly  rove  ; 
But  simple  truth  be  on  our  tongue, 
And  in  our  hearts  be  love. 

3  And  grant  that  to  Thine  honor,  Lord, 

Our  daily  toil  may  tend  ; 
That  we  begin  it  at  Thy  word, 
And  in  Thy  favor  end. 

4  Xow  to  our  God,  the  Father,  Son, 

And  Holy  Spirit,  sing : 
With  praise  to  God,  the  Three  in  One, 
Let  all  creation  ring. 

Paris  Breviary.  1736. 
by  Rev    John  Henry  Newman    ,  1842.     Ab.  and  alt. 


396  EVENING   PRAYER. 

W  A  \J  Evening  Prayer. 

i   God,  that  madest  earth  and  Heaven, 

Darkness  and  light ; 
Who  the  day  for  toil  hast  given, 

For  rest  the  night : 
May  Thine  angel-guards  defend  us, 
Slumber  sweet  Thy  mercy  send  us, 
Holy  dreams  and  hopes  attend  us, 

This  live-long  night. 

2  And  when  morn  again  shall  call  us 

To  run  life's  way, 
Mav  we  still,  whate'er  befall  us, 

"  Thy  will  obey  : 
From  the  poWer  of  evil  hide  us, 
In  the  narrow  pathway  guide  us, 
Nor  Thy  smile  be  e'er  denied  us, 

The  livelong  day. 

3  Guard  us  waking,  guard  us  sleeping, 

And  when  we  die, 
May  we  in  Thy  mighty  keeping 

All  peaceful  lie : 
When  the  last  dread  call  shall  wake  us, 
Do  not  Thou,  our  God,  forsake  us, 
But  to  reign  in  glory  take  us, 

With  Thee  on  high. 

Bp.  Reginald  Heber  (1783— 1826),  1827.     V.  1. 
Abp.  Richard  Whately  (1787— 1863),  .     V.  3. 

00  V  "  Te  lucis  ante  terminum." 

j   ERE  the  waning  light  decay, 
God  of  all,  to  Thee  we  pray, 
Thee  Thy  healthful  grace  to  send, 
Thee,  to  guard  us  and  defend. 


EVENING    PRAYER.  397 

2  Guard  from  dreams  that  may  affright ; 
Guard  from  terrors  of  the  night ; 
Guard  from  foes,  without,  within ; 
Outward  danger,  inward  sin. 

3  Hear  the  prayer,  almighty  King ; 
Hear  Thy  praises  while  we  sing, 
Hymning  with  Thy  heavenly  host, 
Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 

Ambrose  of  Milan  (340 — 397), 
Tr.  by  Bp.  Richard  Mant  (1776— 1848),  1837.     Ab. 


PH  11.  Id.  11.5. 

JJvJX  A  Morning  Hymn. 

i  Behold,  the  shade  of  night  is  now  re- 
ceding, 
Kindling  with  splendors  fair  the  dawn  is 

glowing, 
With  fervent  hearts,  O  let  us  all  implore 
Him, 
Ruler,  Almighty : 

2  That  He,  our  God,  will  look  on  us  in  pity, 
Send  strength  for  weakness,  grant  us  His 

salvation, 
And  with  a  Father's  pure  affection  give  us 
Glory  eternal. 

3  This   grace  O  grant  us,   Godhead  ever- 

blessed, 
Of  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost  in  union, 
Whose  praises  be  through  earth's  most 

distant  regions 

Ever  resounding. 

Gregory  (540 — 604).     Tr.  by  Rev.  Ray  Palmer  (1808 —  ,  1871, 


398  EVENING   PRAYER. 

rr*  n.ll.11.5. 

VWmI  An  Evening  Hymn. 

i   '  Mid  evening  shadows  let  us  all  be  wateh- 

Ever  in  psalms  our  deep  devotion  waking, 
And  with  one  voice  hymns  to  the  Lord,  the 

Saviour, 

Sweetly  be  singing. 

2  That  to  the  Holy  King  our  songs  ascend- 

ing, 
We  worthily,  with  all  His  saints,  may  enter 
The  heavenly  temple,  joyfully  partaking 

Life  everlasting. 

3  This  grace  O  grant  us,   Godhead   ever- 

blessed, 
Of  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost  in  union, 
Whose  praises  be  through  earth's  most 

distant  regions 

Ever  resounding. 

Gregory  (540 — 604).    Tr.  by  Rev.  Ray  Falmer,  1871. 

CCO  C-  M 

\J\jQ   "He  knoivcth  the  Way  that  I  take"—  Job  xxiii.  10. 

1  The  twilight  falls,  the  night  is  near, 

I  fold  my  work  away, 
And  kneel  to  One  who  bends  to  hear 
The  story  of  the  day. 

2  The  old,  old  story ;  yet  I  kneel 

To  tell  it  at  Thy  call, 
And  cares  grow  lighter  as  I  feel 
That  Jesus  knows  them  all. 

3  Thou  knowest  all :  I  lean  my  head ; 

My  weary  eyelids  close ; 
Content  and  glad  awhile  to  tread 
This  path,  since  Jesus  knows. 


554 


THE   LOVE   OF  JESUS.  399 

And  He  has  loved  me  :  all  my  neart 

With  answering  love  is  stirred, 
And  every  anguished  pain  and  smart 

Finds  healing  in  the  word. 
So  here  I  lay  me  down  to  rest, 

As  nightly  shadows  fall, 
And  lean  confiding  on  His  breast 

Who  knows  and  pities  all. 

Unknown  Author 

S.  M. 
The  final  Rest. 

i  The  day  is  past  and  gone, 

Great  God,  we  bow  to  Thee  ; 
Again,  as  shades  of  night  steal  on, 
Unto  Thy  side  we  flee. 

2  O  when  shall  that  day  come, 

Xe'er  sinking  in  the  west. 
That  country  and  that  happy  home, 
Where  none  shall  break  our  rest ; 

3  Where  all  things  shall  be  peace, 

And  pleasure  without  end, 
And  golden  harps,  that  never  cease, 

With  joyous  hymns  shall  blend  ; 
\  Where  we,  preserved  beneath 

The  shelter  of  Thy  wing, 
For  evermore  Thy  praise  shall  breathe. 

And  of  Thv  mercv  sing. 

Rev.  William  John  Blew,  1849.     Ab. 


555 


8.  7. 
Immer  muss  ick  tvieder  lesen. 


i   Ever  would  I  fain  be  reading 
In  the  ancient  Holy  Book, 
Of  my  Saviour's  gentle  pleading, 
Truth  in  every  word  and  look. 


400  THE  I.OVE  OF  JESUS. 

2  How  when  children  came  He  blessed  them, 

Suffered  no  man  to  reprove  ; 
Took  them  in  His  arms  and  pressed  them 
To  His  heart  with  words  of  love. 

3  How  He  healed  the  sick  and  dying, 

Heard  the  contrite  sinner's  moan, 
Sought  the  poor,  and  stilled  their  crying, 
Called  them  brothers  and  His  own. 

4  Still  I  read  the  ancient  story, 

And  my  joy  is  ever  new  ; 
How  for  us  He  left  His  glory, 
How  He  still  is  kind  and  true. 

5  Let  me  kneel,  my  Lord,  before  Thee, 

Let  my  heart  in  tears  o'erflow, 
Melted  by  Thy  love  adore  Thee, 
Blest  in  Thee  mid  joy  or  woe. 

Miss  Luise  Hensel  (1798—1876),  1829. 
Tr.  by  Miss  Catherine  Winkworth  (1829— 1878),  185a.     Ab.  and  alt. 


8.  7.  D. 
' No  Name  so  S7veet. 


556 

i  There  is  no  Name  so  sweet  on  earth, 
No  Name  so  sweet  in  Heaven, 
The  Name  before  His  wondrous  birth 
To  Christ,  the  Saviour,  given. 

We  love  to  sing  around  our  King, 

And  hail  Him  blessed  Jesus ; 
For  there's  no  word  ear  ever  heard, 
So  dear,  so  sweet,  as  Jesus. 

2  And  when  He  hung  upon  the  tree, 
They  wrote  His  Name  above  Him, 
That  all  might  see  the  reason  we 

For  evermore  must  love  Him. — Ref. 


THK   SHEPHERD.  401 

So  now  upon  His  Father's  throne, 

Almighty  to  release  us 
From  sin  and  pains,  He  gladly  reigns. 

The  Prince  and  Saviour,  Jesus. — Ref. 

Rev.  George  Washington  Bethune  (1805 — 1862),  1858.     A  b 


C.  M.  D. 
Jesus  watching  over  Cliildren. 


557 

i  Dear  Jesus,  ever  at  my  side, 

How  loving  Thou  must  be, 
To  leave  Thy  home  in  Heaven  to  guard 

A  little  child  like  me  ! 
Thy  beautiful  and  shining  face 

I  see  not,  though  so  near ; 
The  sweetness  of  Thy  soft,  low  voice 

I  am  too  deaf  to  hear. 

2  I  cannot  feel  Thee  touch  my  hand, 

With  pressure  light  and  mild, 
To  check  me  as  my  mother  did, 

When  I  was  but  a  child. 
But  I  have  felt  Thee  in  my  thoughts, 

Rebuking  sin  for  me  ; 
And,  when  my  heart  loves  God,  I  know 

The  sweetness  is  from  Thee.  *" 

3  And  when,  dear  Saviour,  I  kneel  down, 

Morning  and  night,  to  prayer, 
Something  there  is  within  my  heart 

Which  tells  me,  Thou  art  there. 
Yes,  when  I  pray.  Thou  prayest,  too; 

Thy  prayer  is  all  for  me  : 
But  when  I  sleep,  Thou  sleepest  not, 

But  watchest  patiently. 

Rev.  Frederick  William  Faber  (1814— 1863),  1849      Ab   and  alt 


402  THE  SHEPHERD. 

rro  8. 7. 

WwO  Committed  to  the  Shepherd's  Care. 

i  Saviour,  who  Thy  flock  art  feeding, 
With  the  shepherd's  kindest  care, 
All  the  feeble  gently  leading, 

While  the  lambs  Thy  bosom  share  ; 

2  Now,  these  little  ones  receiving, 

Fold  them  in  Thy  gracious  arm  ; 
There,  we  know,  Thy  word  believing, 
Only  there,  secure  from  harm. 

3  Never,  from  Thy  pasture  roving, 

Let  them  be  the  lion's  prey  ; 
Let  Thy  tenderness,  so  loving, 

Keep  them  all  life's  dangerous  way. 

4  Then,  within  Thy  fold  eternal, 

Let  them  find  a  resting-place  ; 
Feed  in  pastures  ever  vernal, 
Drink  the  rivers  of  Thy  grace. 

Rev.  William  Augustus  Muhlenberg  (1796 — 1877),  1826. 
CCQ  6,6.4.6  6.6  4. 

i  Shepherd  of  tender  youth, 
Guiding  in  love  and  truth 

Through  devious  ways ; 
4Christ,  our  triumphant  King, 
We  come  Thy  Name  to  sing ; 
Hither  our  children  bring, 

To  shout  Thy  praise. 
2  Thou  art  our  Holy  Lord, 
The  all-subduing  Word, 

Healer  of  strife ; 
Thou  didst  Thyself  abase, 
That  from  sin's  deep  disgrace 
Thou  mightest  save  our  race, 

And  srive  us  life. 


FOR    CHIDDEN.  403 

3  Thou  art  the  great  High  Priest, 
Thou  hast  prepared  the  feast 

Of  heavenly  love ; 
While  in  our  mortal  pain 
None  calls  on  Thee  in  vain  ; 
Help  Thou  dost  not  disdain, 

Help  from  above. 

4  Ever  be  Thou  our  Guide, 
Our  Shepherd  and  our  Pride, 

Our  Staff  and  Song  : 
Jesus,  Thou  Christ  of  God, 
By  Thy  perennial  Word 
Lead  us  where  Thou  hast  trod, 

Make  our  faith  strong. 

5  So  now,  and  till  we  die, 
Sound  we  Thy  praises  high, 

And  joyful  sing : 
Infants,  and  the  glad  throng 
Who  to  Thy  Church  belong, 
Unite  to  swell  the  song 

To  Christ  our  King. 

From  Clement  of  Alexandria  (       — 220), 
Tr.  by  Rev.  Henry  Martyn  Dexter  (1821—    '    ),  1846,  1849. 


560 


7.  6.  D. 
The  Children  in  the  Temple. — Matt.  xxi.  15,  16. 

When,  His  salvation  bringing, 

To  Zion  Jesus  came, 
The  children  all  stood  singing 

Hosanna  to  His  Name. 
Nor  did  their  zeal  offend  Him, 

But  as  He  rode  along, 
He  let  them  still  attend  Him, 

And  smiled  to  hear  their  song". 


404  FOR   CHILDREN. 

2  And  since  the  Lord  retaineth 

His  love  to  children  still, 
Though  now  as  King  He  reigneth 

On  Zion's  heavenly  hill ; 
We'll  flock  around  His  banner, 

We'll  bow  before  His  throne, 
And  cry  aloud,  Hosanna 

To  David's  royal  Son. 

3  For  should  we  fail  proclaiming 

Our  great  Redeemer's  praise, 
The  stones,  our  silence  shaming, 

Would  their  hosannas  raise. 
But  shall  we  only  render 

The  tribute  of  our  words? 
No  ;  while  our  hearts  are  tender, 

They  too  shall  be  the  Lord's. 

Rev.  John  King  (1788— 1858),  1830. 

P£1  8.8.8.8.7. 

OQi  For  a  School  Anniversary. 

i  When  in  the  Lord  Jehovah's  Name, 
The  Saviour  lowly  riding  came, 
Loudest  and  first  an  infant  throng 
Greeted  His  coming  with  their  song, 
Hosanna  in  the  highest. 

2  We  too  are  taught  to  know  the  Lord, 
To  fear  His  Name,  to  read  His  Word  ; 
And  though  we  simple  are  and  j-oung, 
Can  praise  Him  with  our  joyful  song, 

Hosanna  in  the  highest. 

3  Soon  shall  the  Lord  again  pass  by 

To  judgment,  from  His  throne  on  high  ; 
And,  from  the  saints'  assembled  throng, 
Shall  burst  upon  the  world  the  song, 
Hosanna  in  the  highest. 


FOR   CHILDREN".  405 

4  Then  may  our  youthful  band  be  found 
With  coronals  of  triumph  crowned  ; 
Raising,  the  heavenly  hosts  among, 
Our  chorus  of  eternal  song, 
Hosanna  in  the  highest. 

Rev.  Henry  Alford  (1810—1871),  1145. 


562 


7.  D. 
The  Little  Travellers. 


i   Little  travellers  Zion-ward, 

Each  one  entering  into  rest. 
In  the  kingdom  of  your  Lord, 

In  the  mansions  of  the  blest : 
There,  to  welcome.  Jesus  waits, 

Gives  the  crowns  His  followers  win  : 
Lift  your  heads,  ye  golden  gates  ! 

Let  the  little  travellers  in. 

2  Who  are  they  whose  little  feet, 

Pacing  life's  dark  journey  through, 
Now  have  reached  that  heavenly  seat, 

They  had  ever  kept  in  view  ? 
"  I  from  Greenland's  frozen  land  ;  " 

"  I  from  India's  sultry  plain  ;  " 
"I  from  Afric's  barren  sand  ;  " 

1>I  from  islands  of  the  main." 

3  All  our  earthly  journey  past. 

Every  tear  and  pain  gone  by, 
Here  together  met  at  last 

At  the  portal  of  the  sky  : 
Each  the  welcome,  "Come,"  awaits, 

Conquerors  over  death  and  sin  ; 
Lift  your  heads,  ye  golden  gates, 

Let  the  little  travellers  in. 

Junics  Edine^tor.     1791      .:• 


406  BAPTISM    AND    CONFESSION 

r£Q  C.  M. 

\J\jQ      Christ  a  Pattern  for  Children. — Lukk.  ii.  40. 

i   By  cool  Siloam's  shady  rill 
How  sweet  the  lily  grows  ! 
How  sweet  the  breath  beneath  the  hill 
Of  Sharon's  dewy  rose  ! 

2  IyO,  such  the  child  whose  early  feet 

The  paths  of  peace  have  trod ; 
Whose  secret  heart,  with  influence  sweet, 
Is  upward  drawn  to  God. 

3  By  cool  Siloam's  shady  rill 

The  lily  must  decay  ; 
The  rose  that  blooms  beneath  the  hill 
Must  shortly  fade  away. 

4  And  soon,  too  soon,  the  wintry  hour 

Of  man's  maturer  age 
Will  shake  the  soul  with  sorrow's  power, 
And  stormy  passion's  rage. 

5  O  Thou,  whose  infant  feet  were  found 

Within  Thy  Father's  shrine, 
Whose    years,    with    changeless    virtue 
Were  all  alike  divine,  [crowned, 

6  Dependent  on  Thy  bounteous  breath, 

We  seek  Thy  grace  alone, 
In  childhood,  manhood,  age,  and  death, 
To  keep  us  still  Thine  own. 

Bp.  Reginald  Heber  (1783— 1826),  1812 

££A  c  M 

JO^  Christ's  Regard  for  Children. — Mark  x.  13 — 16. 

j  SEE,  Israel's  gentle  Shepherd  stands, 
With  all-engaging  charms ; 
Hark,  how  He  calls  the  tender  lambs, 
And  folds  them  in  His  arms  ! 


CONFESSION  407 

"Permit  them  to  approach,'*  He  erics, 

' '  Xor  scorn  their  humble  name  : 
For  'twas  to  bless  such  souls  as  these, 

The  Lord  of  angels  came." 
We  bring  them,  Lord,  in  thankful  hands, 

And  yield  them  up  to  Thee  ; 
Joyful  that  we  ourselves  are  Thine, 

Thine  let  our  offspring  be. 

Rev.  Philip  Doddridge  (1702 — 1751),  1735.     Ab, 


565 


C.  M. 
Confession  ana  Covenant. 


Witness,  ye  men  and  angels,  now. 

Before  the  Lord  we  speak  ; 
To  Him  we  make  cur  solemn  vow. 

A  vow  we  dare  not  break : — 
That  long  as  life  itself  shall  last, 

Ourselves  to  Christ  we  yield ; 
Xor  from  His  cause  will  we  depart. 

Or  ever  quit  the  field. 
We  trust  not  in  our  native  strength, 

But  on  His  grace  rely, 
That,  with  returning  wants,  the  Lord 

Will  all  our  need  supply. 
O  guide  our  doubtful  feet  aright, 

And  keep  us  in  Thy  ways  ; 
And,  while  we  turn  our  vows  to  prayers. 

Turn  Thou  our  prayers  to  praise. 

Rev.  Benjamin  Deddome  (1717—1795),  1818. 

L.  M. 
Rejoicing  in  our  Covenant- Engagements. — 2  CuRON.xv.15. 

O  happy  day,  that  fixed  my  choice 
On  Thee,  my  Saviour  and  my  God  : 

Well  may  this  glowing  heart  rejoice, 
And  tell  its  raptures  all  abroad. 


566 


4oS  CONFESSION. 

2  O  happy  bond,  that  seals  my  vows 

To  Him  who  merits  all  my  love  : 
Let  cheerful  anthems  fill  His  house, 
While  to  that  sacred  shrine  I  move. 

3  'Tis  done,  the  great  transaction's  done  ; 

I  am  my  Lord's,  and  He  is  mine : 
He  drew  me,  and  I  followed  on, 

Charmed  to  confess  the  Voice  divine. 

4  Now  rest,  ray  long  divided  heart, 

Fixed  on  this  blissful  centre,  rest ; 
With  ashes  who  would  grudge  to  part. 
When  called  on  angels'  bread  to  feast? 

5  High  Heaven,  that  heard  the  solemn  vow, 

That  vow  renewed  shall  daily  hear, 
Till  in  life's  latest  hour  I  bow, 

And  bless  in  death  a  bond  so  dear. 

Rev.  Philip  Doddridge  (1702 — 1751),  1755. 


EC7  .L-  M-  . 

00  I  "Entirely  Thine." 

i  Lord,  I  am  Thine,  entirely  Thine, 
Purchased  and  saved  by  blood  divine ; 
With  full  consent  Thine  I  would  be, 
And  own  Thy  sovereign  right  in  me. 

2  Grant  one  poor  sinner  more  a  place 
Among  the  children  of  Thy  grace ; 
A  wretched  sinner,  lost  to  God, 
But  ransomed  by  Immanuel's  blood. 

3  Thine  would  I  live,  Thine  would  I  die, 
Be  Thine  through  all  eternity  ; 

The  vow  is  passed  beyond  repeal ; 
And  now  I  set  the  solemn  seal 


CONFESSION.  409 

4  Here  at  that  cross  where  flows  the  blood 
That  bought  my  guilty  soul  for  God, 
Thee,  my  new  Master  now  I  call, 
And  consecrate  to  Thee  my  all. 

Rev.  Samuel  Davies  (1724 — 1761),  1760.     Ab. 

FCQ  ~- D- 

\jQQ  Choosing  the  Portion  of  God's  Heritagc.—^vxn  1.  16,  17. 

i  People  of  the  living  God. 

I  have  sought  the  world  around. 
Paths  of  sin  and  sorrow  trod, 

Peace  and  comfort  nowhere  found, 
Now  to  you  my  spirit  turns. 

Turns,  a  fugitive  unblessed; 
Brethren,  where  your  altar  burns, 

O  receive  me  into  rest. 
2  Lonely  I  no  longer  roam, 

Like  the  cloud,  the  wind,  the  wave  ; 
Where  you  dwell  shall  be  my  home, 

Where  you  die  shall  be  my  grave  ; 
Mine  the  God  whom  you  adore, 

Your  Redeemer  shall  be  mine  ; 
Earth  can  fill  my  heart  no  more, 

Every  idol  I  resign. 

James  Montgomery  (1771 — 1854),  1819,  1853.     Ab. 


569 


7. 
' '  Thine  for  ever  .' ' ' 

Thine  forever  !— God  of  love. 
Hear  us  from  Thy  throne  above ; 
Thine  forever  may  we  be, 
Here  and  in  eternity. 
Thine  forever  ! — Lord  of  life, 
Shield  us  through  our  earthly  strife  ; 
Thou,  the  Life,  the  Truth,  the  Way, 
Guide  us  to  the  realms  of  da  v. 


410  CONFESSION. 

3  Thine  forever  ! — Saviour,  keep 
These  Thy  frail  and  trembling  sheep ; 
Safe  alone  beneath  Thy  care, 

Let  us  all  Thy  goodness  share. 

4  Thine  forever  ! — Thou  our  Guide, 
All  our  wants  by  Thee  supplied, 
All  our  sins  by  Thee  forgiven, 

Lead  us,  Lord,  from  earth  to  Heaven. 

Mrs.  Mary  Fawler  Maude,  1848.     Ab. 

C7fi  S.  M. 

(J  /  \J  One  with  Christ. — 1  Cor.  vi.  17. 

i  Dear  Saviour,  I  am  Thine, 
By  everlasting  bands  ; 
My  name,  my  heart  I  would  resign  ; 
My  soul  is  in  Thy  hands. 

2  To  Thee  I  still  would  cleave 

With  ever  growing  zeal ; 
Let  millions  tempt  me  Christ  to  leave, 
They  never  shall  prevail. 

3  His  Spirit  shall  unite 

My  soul  to  Him,  my  Head ; 
Shall  form  me  to  His  image  bright, 
And  teach  His  paths  to  tread. 

4  Death  may  my  soul  divide 

From  this  abode  of  clay ; 
But  love  shall  keep  me  near  His  side, 
Through  all  the  gloomy  way. 

5  Since  Christ  and  we  are  one, 

What  should  remain  to  fear? 
If  He  in  Heaven  has  fixed  His  throne, 
He'll  fix  His  members  there. 

Rev.  Philip  Doddridge  (1702 — 1751),  1755.     SI.  alt. 


571 


THK    LAMB    OF   GOD.  4  I  I 

S.  M. 
Adoption. — 1  John  iii.  1.     Gal.  vi.  6. 

[  Behold  what  wondrous  grace 

The  Father  hath  bestowed 
On  sinners  of  a  mortal  race, 
To  call  them  sons  of  God  ! 

Xor  doth  it  yet  appear 

How  great  we  must  be  made ; 

But  when  we  see  our  Saviour  here, 
We  shall  be  like  our  Head. 

A  hope  so  much  divine 

May  trials  well  endure, 
May  purge  our  souls  from  sense  and  sin, 

As  Christ  the  Lord  is  pure. 

If  in  my  Father's  love 

I  share  a  filial  part, 
Send  down  Thy  Spirit,  like  a  dove, 

To  rest  upon  my  heart, 

We  would  no  longer  lie 

Like  slaves  beneath  the  throne ; 
Our  faith  shall  Abba,  Father  !  cry, 

And  Thou  the  kindred  own. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts  (1674 — 1748),  1709.     Ab. 


572 


7.  6.  D. 
"  Bid  us  go  in  Peace." 

Lamb  of  God,  whose  bleeding  love 

We  now  recall  to  mind, 
Send  the  answer  from  above, 

And  let  us  mercy  find  ; 
Think  on  us  who  think  on  Thee ; 

Every  struggling  soul  release ; 
O  remember  Calvary, 

And  bid  us  go  in  peace. 


412  THE   LAMB   OF   GOD. 

2  By  Thine  agonizing  pain 

And  bloody  sweat,  we  pray, 
By  Thy  dying  love  to  man, 

Take  all  our  sins  away ; 
Burst  our  bonds  and  set  us  free, 

From  iniquity  release ; 
O  remember  Calvary, 

And  bid  us  go  in  peace. 

3  Let  Thy  blood,  by  faith  applied, 

The  sinner's  pardon  seal ; 
Speak  us  freely  justified, 

And  all  our  sickness  heal ; 
By  Thy  passion  on  the  tree, 

Let  our  griefs  and  troubles  cease ; 
O  remember  Calvary, 

And  bid  us  go  in  peace. 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley  (1708— 1788),  1745.     Ab.  and  si.  alt 


rnq  7. 6i. 

W  I  W  "  Till  lie  come." —  i  Cor.  xi.  26. 

i  Till  He  come,  O  let  the  words 
Linger  on  the  trembling  chords  ; 
Let  the  little  while  between 
In  their  golden  light  be  seen  ; 
Let  us  think  how  Heaven  and  home 
Lie  beyond  that,  till  He  come. 

2  When  the  weary  ones  we  love 
Enter  on  their  rest  above, 
Seems  the  earth  so  poor  and  vast, 
All  our  life-joy  overcast? 
Hush,  be  every  murmur  dumb  ; 
It  is  only,  till  He  come. 


THE   LORD'S   SUPPER.  413 

3  See,  the  feast  of  love  is  spread, 

Drink  the  wine,  and  break  the  bread : 
Sweet  memorials, — till  the  Lord 
Call  ns  round  His  heavenly  board ; 
Some  from  earth,  from  glory  some, 
Severed  only,  till  He  come. 

Bp.  Edward  Henry  Bickersteth  (1825 —         ),  1861.     Au. 

rtJA  7.61. 

\J  i±  "Bread  0/  Heaven." 

i  Bread  of  Heaven,  on  Thee  I  feed, 
For  Thy  flesh  is  meat  indeed  ; 
Ever  may  my  soul  be  fed 
With  this  true  and  living  bread  ; 
Day  by  day  with  strength  supplied, 
Through  the  life  of  Kim  who  died. 

2  Vine  of  Heaven,  Thy  blood  supplies 
This  blest  cup  of  sacrifice ; 
'Tis  Thy  wounds  my  healing  give ; 
To  Thy  cross  I  look  and  live. 
Thou  my  Life,  O  let  me  be 
Rooted,  grafted,  built  on  Thee. 

Josiah  Conder  (1789 — 1855),  1824. 
575  "Behold  the  Lamb." 

i       Behold  the  Lamb  ! 
O  Thou  for  sinners  slain, 
Let  it  not  be  in  vain 

That  Thou  hast  died  : 
Thee  for  my  Saviour  let  me  take, 
Thee,  Thee  alone  my  refuge  make, 

Thy  pierced  side. 

2       Behold  the  Lamb  ! 
All  hail,  eternal  Word  ! 
Thou  everlasting  Lord, 


414  THE   LORD'S   SUPPER. 

Purge  out  our  leaven  : 
Clothe  us  with  godliness  and  good, 
Feed  us  with  Thy  celestial  food, 

Manna  from  Heaven. 

3  Behold  the  Lamb  ! 
Worthy  is  He  alone, 
Upon  the  rainbow  throne 

Of  God  above : 
One  with  the  Ancient  of  all  days, 
One  with  the  Paraclete  in  prai.se, 

All  Light,  all  Love. 

Matthew  Bridges  (1800—        J,  1848.     Ab.  and  alt. 


E7C  L.  M.  61. 

WjQ  Adoring  Love. 

i  Jesus,  my  Lord,  my  God,  my  All, 
Hear  me,  blest  Saviour,  when  I  call ; 
Hear  me,  and  from  Thy  dwelling-place 
Pour  down  the  riches  of  Thy  grace : 
Jesus,  my  Lord,  I  Thee  adore, 
O  make  me  love  Thee  more  and  more. 

2  Jesus,  too  late  I  Thee  have  sought, 
How  can  I  love  Thee  as  I  ought ; 
And  how  extol  Thy  matchless  fame, 
The  glorious  beauty  of  Thy  Name? 
Jesus,  my  Lord,  I  Thee  adore, 

O  make  me  love  Thee  more  and  more. 

3  Jesus,  what  didst  Thou  find  in  me, 
That  Thou  hast  dealt  so  lovingly  ? 
How  great  the  j  oy  that  Thou  hast  brought. 
So  far  exceeding  hope  or  thought ! 
Jesus,  my  Lord,  I  Thee  adore, 

O  make  me  love  Thee  more  and  more. 


THE  LORD'S  SUPPER.  4J5 

4  Jesus,  of  Thee  shall  be  my  song, 
To  Thee  my  heart  and  soul  belong ; 
All  that  I  have  or  am  is  Thine, 
And  Thou,  blest  Saviour,  Thou  art  mine  ; 
Jesus,  my  Lord,  I  Thee  adore, 
O  make  me  love  Thee  more  and  more. 

Rev.  Henry  Collins  (  ),  1852. 

Q  /   I  The  Supper  instituted. — 1  Cor.  xi.  23. 

i   'Twas  on  that  dark,  that  doleful  night, 
When  powers  of  earth  and  hell  arose 
Against  the  Son  of  God's  delight, 

And  friends  betrayed  Him  to  His  foes: 

2  Before  the  mournful  scene  began,  [brake: 

He  took  the  bread,   and  blessed,   and 
What  love  through  all  His  actions  ran. 
What   wondrous   words   of  grace   He 
spake. 

3  "This  is  My  bod}',  broke  for  sin  ; 

Receive  and  eat  the  living  food  : ; ' 
Then  took  the  cup,  and  blessed  the  wine, 
"Tis  the  new  covenant  in  My  blood." 

4  "Do  this,"  He  cried,  "  till  time  shall  end, 

In  memory  of  your  dying  Friend ; 
Meet  at  My  table,  and  record 

The  love  of  your  departed  Lord." 

5  Jesus,  Thy  feast  we  celebrate  ; 

We  show  Thy  death,  we  sing  Thy  Name, 
Till  Thou  return,  and  we  shall  eat 
The  marriage  supper  of  the  Lamb. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts  (1674 — 1748),  1709.     Ab. 


4l6  THE   LORD'S   SUPPER. 

rP7Q  L.  M. 

W  iO  "  y^su,  Dulcedo  cordium." 

i  Jesus,  Thou  Joy  of  loving  hearts, 

Thou  Fount  of  life,  Thou  Light  of  menf 
From  the  best  bliss  that  earth  imparts, 
We  turn  unfilled  to  Thee  again. 

2  Thy  truth  unchanged  hath  ever  stood  ; 

Thou  savest  those  that  on  Thee  call ; 
To  them  that  seek  Thee,  Thou  art  good, 
To  them  that  find  Thee,  All  in  all. 

3  We  taste  Thee,  O  thou  living  Bread, 

And  long  to  feast  upon  Thee  still ; 
We  drink  of  Thee,  the  Fountain  Head, 
And  thirst,  our  souls  from  Thee  to  fill. 

4  O  Jesus,  ever  with  us  stay  ; 

Make  all  our  moments  calm  and  bright ; 
Chase  the  dark  night  of  sin  away  ; 
Shed  o'er  the  world  Thy  holy  light. 

Bernard  of  Clairvaux  (1091 — 1153),  1140. 
Tr.  by  Rev.  Ray  Palmer  (1808—        ),  1858.     Ab. 

y  /  ^J  At  Dismission. 

i  Dismiss  us  with  Thy  blessing,  Lord  ; 
Help  us  to  feed  upon  Thy  Word ; 
All  that  has  been  amiss  forgive, 
And  let  Thy  truth  within  us  live. 

2  Though  we  are  guilty,  Thou  art  good : 
Wash  all  our  w7orks  in  Jesus'  blood  ; 
Give  every  fettered  soul  release, 
And  bid  us  all  depart  in  peace. 

Rev.  Joseph  Hart  (1712—1768),  1762. 
580  "  Bread  of  'the  U  'or Id. ' ' 

1  Bread  of  the  world,  in  mercy  broken, 
Wine  of  the  soul,  in  mercy  shed, 


581 


BEFORE   THE   CROSS.  417 

By  whom  the  words  of  life  were  spoken, 
And  in  whose  death  our  sins  are  dead : 

Look  on  the  heart  by  sorrow  broken, 
Look  on  the  tears  by  sinners  shed ; 

And  be  Thy  feast  to  us  the  token 
That  by  Thy  grace  our  souls  are  fed. 

Hp.  Reginald  Heber  11783—1826),  1827. 

8.  7.  D. 

Before  the  C 

SwEET  the  moments,  rich  in  blessing, 

Which  before  the  cross  I  spend  ; 
Life  and  health  and  peace  possessing. 

From  the  sinner's  dying  Friend. 
Here  I'll  sit.  forever  viewing 

Mercy's  streams  in  streams  of  blood: 
Precious  drops,  my  soul  bedewing, 

Plead  and  claim  my  peace  with  God. 
Truly  blessed  is  this  station, 

Low  before  His  cross  to  lie, 
While  I  see  divine  compassion 

Floating  in  His  languid  eye. 
Here  it  is  I  find  my  Heaven, 

While  upon  the  Lamb  I  gaze ; 
Love  I  much:*  I've  much  forgiven; 

I'm  a  miracle  of  grace. 
Love  and  grief  my  heart  dividing. 

With  my  tears  His  feet  I'll  bathe. 
Constant  still,  in  faith  abiding. 

Life  deriving  from  His  death. 
May  I  still  enjoy  this  feeling, 

In  all  need  to  Jesus  go  ; 
Prove  His  blood  each  day  more  healing, 

And  Himself  most  deeply  know 

Rev    Jan. 
Hon    and  Rev    Walter  Shirley   1  1  7?  5— j  786) ,  i-ijt 


4l8  BEFORE   THE   CROSS. 

bOtt  "  Closer  than  a  Brother" 

i  One  there  is,  above  all  others, 

Well  deserves  the  name  of  Friend ; 
His  is  love  beyond  a  brother's, 
Costly,  free,  and  knows  no  end. 

2  Which  of  all  our  friends,  to  save  us, 

Could  or  would  have  shed  his  blood  ? 
But  our  Jesus  died  to  have  us 
Reconciled  in  Him  to  God. 

3  When  He  lived  on  earth  abased, 

Friend  of  sinners  was  His  Name ; 
Xow  above  all  glory  raised, 
He  rejoices  in  the  same. 

4  O  for  grace  our  hearts  to  soften  ; 

Teach  us,  Lord,  at  length  to  love  ; 
We,  alas,  forget  too  often 

What  a  Friend  we  have  above. 

Rev.  John  Newton  (1725 — 1807I,  1779.     Ab. 


8.  7. 
Giving  the  Heart. 


583 

i  Take  my  heart,  O  Father,  take  it ; 
Make  and  keep  it  all  Thine  own  ; 
Let  Thy  Spirit  melt  and  break  it, 
This  proud  heart  of  sin  and  stone. 

2  Father,  make  it  pure  and  lowly, 

Fond  of  peace,  and  far  from  strife ; 
Turning  from  the  paths  unholy 
Of  this  vain  and  sinful  life. 

3  Ever  let  Thy  grace  surround  it ; 

Strengthen  it  with  power  divine, 
Till  Thy  cords  of  love  have  bound  it: 
Make  it  to  be  wholly  Thine. 


THE    FEAST   OF   LOVE.  419 

4  May  the  blood  of  Jesus  heal  it, 
And  its  sins  be  all  forgiven  ; 
Holy  Spirit,  take  and  seal  it, 
Guide  it  in  the  path  to  Heaven. 

Bartol's  Hymns  for  the  Sanctuary,  1849. 

0  O   i  "Ad  r eg ia  s  Agn  i  dapes . ' ' 

i  At  the  Lamb's  high  feast  we  sing 
Praise  to  our  victorious  King, 
Who  hath  washed  us  in  the  tide 
Flowing  from  His  pierced  side. 

2  Where  the  paschal  blood  is  poured. 
Death's  dark  angel  sheathes  his  sword  ; 
Israel's  hosts  triumphant  go 
Through  the  wave  that  drowns  the  foe. 

3  Mighty  Victim  from  the  sky, 

Hell's  fierce  powers  beneath  Thee  lie  ; 
Thou  hast  conquered  in  the  fight, 
Thou  has  brought  us  life  and  light. 

4  Hymns  of  glory  and  of  praise, 
Risen  Lord,  to  Thee  we  raise ; 
Holy  Father,  praise  to  Thee, 
With  the  Spirit,  ever  be  ! 

Roman  Breviary. 
Tr.  by  Robert  Campbell  ( 1799  ?— 1868;,  1850.     Ab. 

rqr  c.  m. 

JOw  Grateful  and  tender  Remembrance. 

1  If  human  kindness  meets  return, 

And  owns  the  grateful  tie  ; 
If  tender  thoughts  within  us  burn, 
To  feel  a  friend  is  nigh  ; 

2  O  shall  not  warmer  accents  tell 

The  gratitude  we  owe 


C.  M. 

At  t lie  Table 


420  THE   FEAST  OF  LOVE. 

To  Kim,  who  died,  our  fears  to  quell, 
Our  more  than  orphan's  woe? 

3  While  yet  His  anguished  soul  surveyed 

Those  pangs  He  would  not  flee, 
What  love  His  latest  words  displayed 
"Meet,  and  remember  Me." 

4  Remember  Thee,  Thy  death,  Thy  shame, 

Our  sinful  hearts  to  share  ! 
O  memory,  leave  no  other  name 
But  His  recorded  there. 

Hon.  and  Rev.  Gerard  Thomas  Noel  (1782 — 1851),  1813. 

586 

1  How  sweet  and  awful  is  the  place, 

With  Christ  within  the  doors, 
While  everlasting  love  displays 
The  choicest  of  her  stores. 

2  While  all  our  hearts,  and  all  our  songs, 

Join  to  admire  the  feast, 
Each  of  us  cry,  with  thankful  tongues, 
"Lord,  why  was  I  a  guest?" 

3  "Why  was  I  made  to  hear  Thy  voice, 

And  enter  while  there's  room, 
When  thousands  make  a  wretched  choice, 
And  rather  starve  than  come  ? ' ' 

4  'Twas  the  same  love  that  spread  the  feast, 

That  sweetly  forced  us  in  ; 
Else  we  had  still  refused  to  taste, 
And  perished  in  our  sin. 

5  Pity  the  nations,  O  our  God  ; 

Constrain  the  earth  to  come ; 
Send  Thy  viclorious  word  abroad, 
And  bring  the  strangers  home. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts  (1674  —  1748),  1709.     Ab, 


THE    CONSUMMATION.  421 

TQ7  C.  M. 

SO  l  Remembrance  pledged. 

i  AccordixCx  to  Thy  gracious  word, 
In  meek  humility, 
This  will  I  do,  my  dying  Lord, 
I  will  remember  Thee. 

2  Thy  bod}*,  broken  for  my  sake, 

My  Bread  from  Heaven  shall  be  ; 
Thy  testamental  cup  I  take. 
And  thus  remember  Thee. 

3  When  to  the  cross  I  turn  mine  eyes, 

And  rest  on  Calvary, 
O  Lamb  of  God,  my  sacrifice, 
I  must  remember  Thee  : 

4  And  when  these  failing  lips  grow  dumb, 

And  mind  and  memory  flee, 
When  Thou  shalt  in  Thy  kingdom  come, 
Jesus,  remember  me. 

James  Montgomery  (1771 — 1854),  1825.     Ab. 


roQ  7.  6.  d. 

^OO  "  O  Escaznatorutn." 

i  O  bread  to  pilgrims  given, 

O  food  that  angels  eat, 
O  Manna  sent  from  Heaven, 

For  heaven-born  natures  meet 
Give  us,  for  Thee  long  pining, 

To  eat  till  richly  filled  ; 
Till,  earth's  delights  resigning, 

Our  every  wish  is  stilled. 

2  O  Water,  life  bestowing, 

From  out  the  Saviour's  heart, 
A  fountain  purely  flowing. 
A  fount  of  love  Thou  art : 


422  THE   CONSUMMATION. 

O  let  us,  freely  tasting, 

Our  burning  thirst  assuage  ; 

Thy  sweetness,  never  wasting, 
Avails  from  age  to  age. 

3  Jesus,  this  feast  receiving, 

We  Thee  unseen  adore ; 
Thy  faithful  word  believing, 

We  take,  and  doubt  no  more  : 
Give  us,  Thou  true  and  loving, 

On  earth  to  live  in  Thee ; 
Then,  death  the  veil  removing, 

Thy  glorious  face  to  see. 

Unknown  mediaeval  Author. 
Tr.  by  Rev.  Ray  Palmer  (1808—        ),  1858. 


589 


7.  6.  D. 
" Ermuntert  euch,  ikr  Frommen." 

Rejoice,  rejoice,  believers, 

And  let  your  lights  appear ; 
The  evening  is  advancing, 

And  darker  night  is  near. 
The  Bridegroom  is  arising, 

And  soon  He  will  draw  nigh  ; 
Up,  pray,  and  watch,  and  wrestle, 

At  midnight  comes  the  cry. 

See  that  your  lamps  are  burning, 

Replenish  them  with  oil ; 
Look  now  for  your  salvation, 

The  end  of  sin  and  toil. 
The  watchers  on  the  mountain 

Proclaim  the  Bridegroom  near, 
Go  meet  Him  as  He  cometh, 

With  hallelujahs  clear. 


ONE    CHURCH.  423 

3  Ye  saints,  who  here  in  patience 

Your  cross  and  sufferings  bore, 
Shall  live  and  reign  forever. 

When  sorrow  is  no  more; 
Around  the  Throne  of  glory 

The  Lamb  ye  shall  behold, 
In  triumph  cast  before  Him 

Your  diadems  of  gold. 

4  Our  Hope  and  Expectation, 

O  Jesus,  now  appear  ; 
Arise,  thou  Sun  so  longed  for, 

O'er  this  benighted  sphere. 
With  hearts  and  hands  uplifted, 

We  plead,  O  Lord,  to  see 
The  day  of  earth's  redemption, 

And  ever  be  with  Thee. 

Laurentius  Laurenti  (1660 — 1722), 
Tr.  by  Miss  Jane  Borthuick  (1825 — ),  1853.     Ab.  and  si.  alt. 

rnn  c- M- 

Q  *J  \J  "  The  Saints  abme.' ' 

i  Give  me  the  wings  of  faith,  to  rise 
Within  the  veil,  and  see 
The  saints  above,  how  great  their  joys, 
|| :  How  bright  their  glories  be.  :|| 

2  Once  the}*  were  mourning  here  below, 

And  wet  their  couch  with  tears ; 
They  wrestled  hard,  as  we  do  now, 
|| :  With  sins,  and  doubts,  and  fears.  :|| 

3  I  ask  them,  whence  their  victory  came? 

They,  with  united  breath, 
Ascribe  their  conquest  to  the  Lamb, 
|| :  Their  triumph  to  His  death.  :|| 

4  They  marked  the  footsteps  that  He  trod  ; 

His  zeal  inspired  their  breast ; 


424  ONE   CHURCH. 

And  following  their  incarnate  God, 
|| :  Possess  the  promised  rest.  :|| 

5  Our  glorious  Leader  claims  our  praise, 
For  His  own  pattern  given, 
While  the  long  cloud  of  witnesses 
|| :  Show  the  same  path  to  Heaven.  :|| 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts  (1674 — 1748),  1709 

KQ1  c  M 

wCl  One  Church,  one  Army. 

i   IyKT  saints  below  in  concert  sing 
With  those  to  glory  gone  ; 
For  all  the  servants  of  our  King 
|| :  In  earth  and  Heaven  are  one.  :|j 

2  One  family,  we  dwell  in  Him, 

One  Church  above,  beneath, 
Though  now  divided  by  the  stream, 
|| :  The  narrow  stream  of  death.  :|| 

3  One  army  of  the  living  God, 

To  His  command  we  bow  ; 
Part  of  the  host  have  crossed  the  flood, 
|| :  And  part  are  crossing  now.  :|| 

4  Dear  Saviour,  be  our  constant  Guide ; 

Then,  when  the  word  is  given, 
Bid  Jordan's  narrow  stream  divide, 
||:  And  land  us  safe  in  Heaven.  :|| 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley  (1708— 1788),  1759.     Ab.  and  alt 


C  M. 
One  Song. 


592 

i  Happy  the  .souls  to  Jesus  joined, 
And  saved  by  grace  alone  ; 
Walking  in  all  Thy  ways,  we  find 
|| :  Our  Heaven  on  earth  begun.  :[| 


OXK    CHURCH.  425 

2  The  Church  triumphant  in  Thy  love, 

Their  mighty  joys  we  know  ; 
They  sing  the  Lamb  in  hymns  above, 
And  we  in  hymns  below. 

3  Thee,  in  Thy  glorious  realm,  they  praise, 

And  bow  before  Thy  throne ; 
We,  in  the  kingdom  of  Thy  grace : 
The  kingdoms  are  but  one. 

4  The  holy  to  the  holiest  leads  ; 

From  hence  our  spirits  rise  ; 
And  he  that  in  Thy  statutes  treads 
Shall  meet  Thee  in  the  skies. 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley,  1745. 

rQQ  c.  M. 

IjjO  "The golden  Chain." 

i   How  sweet,  how  heavenly  is  the  sight, 
When  those  who  love  the  Lord 
In  one  another's  peace  delight, 
And  so  fulfil  His  word. 

2  When  each  can  feel  his  brother's  sigh, 

And  with  him  bear  a  part ; 
When  sorrow  flows  from  eye  to  eye, 
And  joy  from  heart  to  heart ; 

3  When,  free  from  envy,  scorn,  and  pride, 

Our  wishes  all  above, 
Each  can  his  brother's  failings  hide, 
And  show  a  brother's  love; 

4  When  love,  in  one  delightful  stream, 

Through  every  bosom  flows  ; 
When  union  sweet,  and  dear  esteem, 
In  every  action  glows. 


426  ANGEUC   SONGS. 

5  Love  is  the  golden  chain  that  binds 
The  happy  souls  above  ; 
And  he's  an  heir  of  Heaven  that  finds 
His  bosom  glow  with  love. 

Rev.  Joseph  Swain  (1761 — 1796),  1792 

EQzL  c- M- 

Qv2  A  The  ancient  Worthies. 

i  Rise,  O  my  soul,  pursue  the  path, 
By  ancient  worthies  trod  ; 
Aspiring,  view  those  holy  men 
Who  lived  and  walked  with  God. 

2  Though  dead,  they  speak  in  reason's  ear, 

And  in  example  live  ; 
Their  faith,  and  hope,  and  mighty  deeds, 
Still  fresh  instruction  give. 

3  'Twas  through  the  Lamb's  most  precious 

They  conquered  every  foe  ;  [blood, 

And  to  His  power  and  matchless  grace 
Their  crowns  and  honors  owe. 

4  Lord,  may  I  ever  keep  in  view 

The  patterns  Thou  hast  given  ; 
And  ne'er  forsake  the  blessed  path 
Which  led  them  safe  to  Heaven. 

Rev.  John  Needham,  1768. 
y90  "Pilgrims  oj  the  Night:' 

I  Hark,  hark,  my  soul ;  Angelic  songs  are 
swelling 
O'er  earth's  green  fields,  and  ocean's 
wave-beat  shore : 
How  sweet  the  truth  those  blessed  strains 
are  telling 
Of  that  new  life  when  sin  shall  be  no 
more. 


ANGELIC  SONGS.  427 

Angels  of  Jesus,  Angels  of  light, 
Singing  to  welcome  the  pilgrims  of  the 

night, 
Singing   to    welcome    the   pilgrims,    the 

pilgrims  of  the  night. 


2  Onward   we   go,  for   still  we  hear  them 
singing, 
"  Come,  weary  souls,  for  Jesus  bids  you 
come  ; ' ' 
And  through  the  dark,  its  echoes  sweetly 
ringing, 
The    music    of    the    Gospel  leads    us 
home. — Ref. 


3  Far,  far  away,  like  bells  at  evening  peal- 
in  cr 
The  voice  of  Jesus  sounds  o'er  land  and 
sea; 
And   laden  souls,  by  thousands  meekly 
stealing, 
Kind  Shepherd,  turn  their  weary  steps 
to  Thee.— Ref. 


4  Rest   comes   at   length ;    though    life  be 
long  and  dreary, 
The  day  must  dawn,  and  darksome  night 
be  past ; 
Life's  journey  ends   in  welcome    to   the 
weary, 
And  Heaven,  the  heart's  true  home,  will 
come  at  last. — Ref. 


428  ANGEUC  SONGS. 

5  Angels,  sing  on  :   your  faithful  watches 
keeping, 
Sing  us  sweet  fragments  of  the  songs 
above ; 
Till  morning's  joy  shall  end  the  night  of 
weeping, 
And  life's  long  shadows  break  in  cloud- 
less love. — Rkf. 

Rev.  Frederick  William  Faber  (1814— 1863),  1849.     Ab.  and  alt. 

CQC  10.10.10.4. 

0  w  D  "  The  Fellowship  of  all  the  Saints." 

i   For  all  the  saints,  who  from  their  labors 
rest, 
Who  Thee  by  faith  before  the  world  con- 

fest, 
Thy  Name,  O  Jesus,  be  forever  blest. 

Alleluia,  Alleluia. 

2  Thou  wast   their   Rock,    their   Fortress, 

and  their  Light ; 

Thou,   Lord,  their  Captain  in  the  well- 
fought  fight ; 

Thou,  in  the  darkness  drear,  their  Light 
of  light. 

Alleluia,  Alleluia. 

3  O  blest  communion,  fellowship  divine  ! 
We  feebly  struggle,  they  in  glory  shine ; 
Yet  all  are  one  in  Thee,  for  all  are  Thine. 

Alleluia,  Alleluia. 

4  The   golden   evening   brightens    in    the 

west  ; 
Soon,  soon  to  faithful  warriors  comes  the 

rest ; 
Sweet  is  the  calm  of  Paradise  the  blest. 
Alleluia,  Alleluia. 


FELLOWSHIP.  429 

5  But  lo,  there  breaks  a  yet  more  glorious 

day  ; 
The   saints    triumphant    rise    in   bright 

array  ; 
The  King  of  Glory  passes  on  His  way. 
Alleluia,  Alleluia. 

6  From  earth's  wide  bounds,  from  ocean's 

farthest  coast, 
Through   gates  of  pearl  streams  in  the 

countless  host, 
Singing  to  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 
Alleluia,  Alleluia. 

Bp.  William  Walsham  How  (1823 —        ),  1054.     Ab, 


S.  M. 
'Blest  be  the  Tie.'' 


597 

1  Blest  be  the  tie  that  binds 

Our  hearts  in  Christian  love  : 
The  fellowship  of  kindred  minds 
Is  like  to  that  above. 

2  Before  our  Father's  throne 

We  pour  our  ardent  prayers  : 
Our  fears,  our  hopes,  our  aims  are  one. 
Our  comforts  and  our  cares. 

3  We  share  our  mutual  woes  ; 

Our  mutual  burdens  bear ; 
And  often  for  each  other  flows 
The  sympathizing  tear. 

4  When  we  asunder  part, 

It  gives  us  inward  pain  ; 
But  we  shall  still  be  joined  in  heart, 
And  hope  to  meet  again. 


43°  THK   KINGDOM. 

5  This  glorious  hope  revives 

Our  courage  by  the  way  ; 
While  each  in  expectation  lives, 
And  longs  to  see  the  Day. 

6  From  sorrow,  toil,  and  pain, 

And  sin  we  shall  be  free  ; 
And  perfect  love  and  friendship  reign 
Through  all  eternity. 

Rev.  John  Fawcett  (1739 — 1817),  1772. 
PQQ  ,        s    M 

Ow"Q  Cross  and  Lroivn. 

i  O  what,  if  we  are  Christ's, 
Is  earthly  shame  or  loss  ? 
Bright  shall  the  crown  of  glory  be, 
When  we  have  borne  the  cross. 

2  Keen  was  the  trial  once, 

Bitter  the  cup  of  woe, 
When  martyred  saints,  baptized  in  blood, 
Christ's  sufferings  shared  below. 

3  Bright  is  their  glory  now, 

Boundless  their  joy  above, 
Where,  on  the  bosom  of  their  God, 
They  rest  in  perfect  love. 

4  Lord,  may  that  grace  be  ours, 

Like  them  in  faith  to  bear 
All  that  of  sorrow  j  grief,  or  pain 
May  be  our  portion  here. 

Rev.  Sir  Henry  Williams  Baker  (1821— 1877),  1852.     Ab 


S.  M. 
Love  to  the  Church. 


599 

i  I  love  Thy  kingdom,  Lord, 
The  house  of  Thine  abode, 
The  church  our  blest  Redeemer  saved 
With  His  own  precious  blood. 


THE    KINGDOM.  4.3* 

2  I  love  Thy  church,  O  God  : 
Her  walls  before  Thee  stand, 

Dear  as  the  apple  of  Thine  eye, 
And  graven  on  Thy  hand. 

3  For  her  my  tears  shall  fall, 
For  her  my  prayers  ascend  ; 

To  her  my  cares  and  toils  be  given, 
Till  toils  and  cares  shall  end. 

4  Beyond  my  highest  joy 
I  prize  her  heavenly  ways, 

Her  sweet  communion,  solemn  vows, 
Her  hymns  of  love  and  praise. 

5  Jesus,  Thou  Friend  divine, 
Our  Saviour  and  our  King, 

Thy  hand  from  every  snare  and  foe 
Shall  great  deliverance  bring. 

6  Sure  as  Thy  truth  shall  last, 
To  Zion  shall  be  given 

The  brightest  glories  earth  can  yield, 
And  brighter  bliss  of  Heaven. 

Rev.  Timothy  Dwight  (1752 — 181 7),  1800.     Ab. 
600  The  Saints  of  'the  Lord. 

i   For  all  Thy  saints,  O  Lord, 
Who  strove  in  Thee  to  live, 
Who  followed  Thee,  obeyed,  adored, 
Our  grateful  hymn  receive. 

2  For  all  Thy  saints,  O  Lord, 
Accept  our  thankful  cry, 
Who  counted  Thee  their  great  reward, 
And  strove  in  Thee  to  die. 


432  THE   KINGDOM. 

3  They  all  in  life  and  death, 

With  Thee,  their  Lord  in  view, 
Learned  from  Thy  Holy  Spirit's  breath 
To  suffer  and  to  do. 

4  For  this  Thy  Name  we  bless, 

And  humbly  pray  that  we 
May  follow  them  in  holiness, 
And  live  and  die  in  Thee. 

Bp.  Richard  Mant  (1776— 1848),  1837.     Ab 


£01  8-  7  D- 

Vvi.  "  Igjcmicm  Nat  og  Traengsel." 

i  Through  the  night  of  doubt  and  sorrow, 

Onward  goes  the  pilgrim  band, 
Singing  songs  of  expectation, 

Marching  to  the  Promised  Land, 
And  before  us  through  the  darkness, 

Gleameth  clear  the  guiding  Light ; 
Brother  clasps  the  hand  of  brother, 

And  steps  fearless  through  the  night. 

2  One  the  strain  which  mouths  of  thousands 

Lift  as  from  the  heart  of  one  ; 
One  the  conflict,  one  the  peril, 

One  the  march  in  God  begun, 
One  the  gladness  of  rejoicing 

On  the  Resurrection  shore, 
With  one  Father  o'er  us  shining 

In  His  love  for  evermore. 

3  Go  we  onward,  pilgrim  brothers, 

Visit  first  the  cross  and  grave, 
Where  the  cross  its  shadow  flingeth, 
Where  the  boughs  of  cypress  wave. 


THE   KINGDOM.  43J 

Then,  a  shaking  as  of  earthquakes, 
Then,  a  rending  of  the  tomb, 

Then,  a  scattering  of  all  shadows, 
And  an  end  of  toil  and  gloom. 

Bernhardt  Severin  Ingemann  (1789 — i86v), 
Tr.  by  Rev.  Sabine  Baring  Gould  (1834 —        ),  1867.     Ab. 


nr\*  s.  7.  d. 

UVw  Prayer  for  Union. 

i  Hail,  Thou  God  of  grace  and  glory, 

Who  Thy  Name  hast  magnified, 
By  redemption's  wondrous  story, 

By  the  Saviour  crucified  ; 
Thanks  to  Thee  for  every  blessing, 

Flowing  from  the  Fount  of  love  ; 
Thanks  for  present  good  unceasing, 

And  for  hopes  of  bliss  above. 

2  Hear  us,  as  thus  bending  lowly, 

Near  Thy  bright  and  burning  throne, 
We  invoke  Thee,  God  most  holv, 

Through  Thy  well-beloved  Son  ; 
Send  the  baptism  of  Th}T  Spirit, 

Shed  the  pentecostal  fire  ; 
Let  us  all  Thy  grace  inherit, 

Waken,  crown  each  good  desire. 

3  Bind  Thy  people,  Lord,  in  union, 

With  the  sevenfold  cord  of  love ; 
Breathe  a  spirit  of  communion 

With  the  glorious  hosts  above; 
Let  Thy  work  be  seen  progressing; 

Bow  each  heart,  and  bend  each  knee, 
Till  the  world,  Thy  truth  possessing, 

Celebrates  its  jubilee. 

Rev.  Thomas  William  Aveling  (1815 —        ),  18.(4. 


434  THE   KINGDOM. 

£AO  8.  7.  D. 

www  The  City  of  God. — Is.  xxxiii.  20,  21. 

i  Glorious  things  of  thee  are  spoken.. 

Zion,  city  of  our  God  ! 
He  whose  word  cannot  be  broken, 

Formed  thee  for  His  own  abode  : 
On  the  Rock  of  ages  founded, 

What  can  shake  thy  sure  repose  ? 
With  salvation's  walls  surrounded, 

Thou  may'st  smile  at  all  thy  foes. 

2  See,  the  streams  of  living  waters, 

Springing  from  eternal  love, 
Well  supply  thy  sons  and  daughters, 

And  all  fear  of  want  remove : 
Who  can  faint,  while  such  a  river 

Ever  flows  their  thirst  t'  assuage  ? 
Grace,  which,  like  the  Lord,  the  Giver 

Never  fails  from  age  to  age. 

3  Round  each  habitation  hovering, 

See  the  cloud  and  fire  appear, 
For  a  glory  and  a  covering, 

Showing  that  the  Lord  is  near  : 
Thus  deriving  from  their  banner 

Light  by  night,  and  shade  by  day, 
Safe  they  feed  upon  the  manna 

Which  He  gives  them  when  they  pray. 

Rev.  John  Newton  (1725 — 1807),  1779. 

rr\A.  8- 7- D- 

OU  *         "  The  Heavenly  City." — Ezek.  xxxvii.  27. 

i  Praise  the  Rock  of  our  salvation, 
Laud  His  Name  from  zone  to  zone ; 

On  that  Rock  the  Church  is  builded, 
Christ  Himself  the  Corner-Stone ; 

Vain  against  our  rock-built  Zion 
Winds  and  waters,  fire  and  hail, 


THE   CHRISTIAN    MINISTRY.  435 

Christ  is  in  her  midst ;  against  her 
Sin  and  hell  shall  not  prevail. 

2  vStands  four-square  that  heavenly  city  ; 

Paved  with  gold  like  crystal  bright; 
Gates  of  pearl,  and  walls  of  jasper, 

Emerald  and  ehrysolyte  : 
Broad  and  lofty  tower  its  ramparts  ; 

At  its  gates  twelve  angels  stand  ; 
On  its  walls  twelve  names  are  graven, 

Of  th'  Apostles'  chosen  band. 

3  Where  Thou  reignest,  King  of  glory, 

Throned  in  everlasting  light. 
Midst  Thy  saints,  no  more  is  needed 

Sun  by  day,  nor  moon  by  night ; 
Soon  may  we  those  portals  enter 

When  this  earthly  strife  is  o'er, 
There  to  dwell  with  saints  and  angels 

In  Thy  presence  evermore. 

Rev.  Benjamin  Webb  (1819 —         ),  1872.     Ab 

S.  M.  D. 
£*  ft  J?  The  Blessedness  of  Gospel-times. 

OvO  Is.  lii.  7-9.     Matt.  xiii.  16,  17. 

i  How  beauteous  are  their  feet, 

Who  stand  on  Zion's  hill, 
Who  bring  salvation  on  their  tongues, 

And  words  of  peace  reveal, 
How  charming  is  their  voice, 

How  sweet  the  tidings  are  ! 
"Zion,  behold  thy  Saviour  King; 
|| :  He  reigns  and  triumphs  here.":|| 
2  How  happy  are  our  ears, 

That  hear  this  joyful  sound, 
Which  kings  and  prophets  waited  ior. 

And  sought,  but  never  found  ! 


436  THE   CHRISTIAN   MTNISTRY. 

How  blessed  are  our  eyes, 

That  see  this  heavenly  light ! 
Prophets  and  kings  desired  it  long, 
II :  But  died  without  the  sight.  :|| 

3  The  watchmen  join  their  voice, 
And  tuneful  notes  employ  ; 

Jerusalem  breaks  forth  in  songs, 
And  deserts  learn  the  joy. 

The  Lord  makes  bare  His  arm 
Through  all  the  earth  abroad  ; 

Let  every  nation  now  behold 

|| :  Their  Saviour  and  their  God.  :|| 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts  (1674 — 1748),  1709. 
bUw      The  Church  the  Safety  of  the  Nation.— Vs.  xlviii. 

i  Great  is  the  Lord  our  God, 
And  let  His  praise  be  great ; 
He  makes  His  churches  His  abode, 
His  most  delightful  seat. 

2  These  temples  of  His  grace, 

How  beautiful  they  stand, 

The  honors  of  our  native  place, 

And  bulwarks  of  our  land. 

3  Oft  have  our  fathers  told, 

Our  eyes  have  often  seen, 
How  well  our  God  secures  the  fold, 
Where  His  own  sheep  have  been. 

4  In  every  new  distress 

We'll  to  His  house  repair ; 
We'll  think  upon  His  wondrous  grace, 
And  seek  deliverance  there. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts,  1719.     Ab 


THK    CHRISTIAN    MINISTRY.  437 

£07  s  M- 

UV  /  "Lome,  Kingdom  0/  our  God." 

i   Come,  kingdom  of  our  God, 
Sweet  reign  of  light  and  love, 
Shed  peace,  and  hope,  and  joy  abroad, 
And  wisdom  from  above. 

2  Come,  kingdom  of  our  God, 

And  make  the  broad  earth  thine ; 
Stretch  o'er  her  lands  and  isles  the  rod 
That  flowers  with  grace  divine. 

3  Come,  kingdom  of  our  God, 

And  raise  the  glorious  throne 
In  worlds  by  the  undying  trod, 
When  God  shall  bless  His  own. 

Bp.  John  Johns  (1796 — 1876),  1837.     Ab. 
QUO  The  Pilgrim  Church. 

i   Far  down  the  ages  now, 

Much  of  her  journey  done, 
The  pilgrim  church  pursue  3  her  way, 
Until  her  crown  be  won. 

2  No  wider  is  the  gate, 

No  broader  is  the  way, 
No  smoother  is  the  ancient  path, 
That  leads  to  light  and  day. 

3  Thus  onward  still  we  press 

Through  evil  and  through  good, 
Through  pain  and  poverty  and  want, 
Through  peril  and  through  blood. 

4  Still  faithful  to  our  God, 

And  to  our  Captain  true, 
We  follow  where  He  leads  the  way, 
The  kingdom  in  our  view. 

Rev    Horatius  Bonar  (1808—         ),  1857.     Ab. 


438  DEDICATING   PEACES   OE   WORSHIP. 

CfiQ  8.7.4. 

0 WC/  Zion  secure. — Ps.  cxxv.  2. 

i  Zion  stands  by  hills  surrounded, 
Zion  kept  by  power  divine  : 
All  her  foes  shall  be  confounded, 
Though  the  world  in  arms  combine. 

|| :  Happy  Zion  !  :|| 
What  a  favored  lot  is  thine  ! 

2  Every  human  tie  may  perish  ; 

Friend  to  friend  unfaithful  prove ; 

Mothers  cease  their  own  to  cherish  ; 

Heaven  and  earth  at  last  remove ; 

|| :  But  no  changes   :|| 
Can  attend  Jehovah's  love. 

3  In  the  furnace  God  may  prove  thee, 

Thence  to  bring  thee  forth  more  bright, 
But  can  never  cease  to  love  thee ; 
Thou  art  precious  in  His  sight : 

|| :  God  is  with  thee,    :|| 
God  thine  everlasting  light. 

Rev.  Thomas  Kelly  (1769— 1855),  1806.     Ab. 

H.  M. 
Christ   the  Corner-Stone. 

Christ  is  our  Corner-Stone, 

On  Him  alone  we  build  ; 
With  His  true  saints  alone 

The  courts  of  Heaven  are  filled  ; 
On  His  great  love  our  hopes  we  place 

Of  present  grace,  and  joys  above. 
O,  then,  with  hymns  of  praise 

These  hallowed  courts  shall  ring ; 
Our  voices  we  will  raise 

The  Three  in  One  to  sing ; 
And  thus  proclaim  in  joyful  song, 

Both  loud  and  long,  that  glorious  Name. 


610 


DEDICATING   PLACKS   OP    WORSHIP.  459 

3  Here,  gracious  God,  do  Thou 

Forevermore  draw  nigh  ; 
Accept  each  faithful  vow, 

And  mark  each  suppliant  sigh ; 
In  copious  shower,  on  all  who  pray, 

Each  holy  day,  Thy  blessings  pour. 

4  Here  may  we  gain  from  Heaven 

The  grace  which  we  implore, 
And  may  that  grace,  once  given. 

Be  with  us  evermore, 
Until  that  da)'  when  all  the  blest 

To  endless  rest  are  called  away. 

Unknown  Author  of  the  8th  century. 
Tr.  by  Rev.  John  Chandler  (1806— 1876),  1837. 


611 


7. 
On  opening  a  Pi  ace  of  Worship. 

i  Lord  of  hosts  !  to  Thee  we  raise 
Here  a  house  of  prayer  and  praise : 
Thou  Thy  people's  hearts  prepare, 
Here  to  meet  for  praise  and  prayer. 

2  Let  the  living  here  be  fed 

With  Thy  Word,  the  heavenly  Bread 
Here  in  hope  of  glory  blest, 
May  the  dead  be  laid  to  rest. 

3  Here  to  Thee  a  temple  stand, 
While  the  sea  shall  gird  the  land  ; 
Here  reveal  Thy  mercy  sure, 
While  the  sun  and  moon  endure. 

4  Hallelujah  !  earth  and  sky 
To  the  joyful  sound  reply; 
Hallelujah  !  hence  ascend 

Prayer  and  praise  till  time  shall  end. 

James  Montgomery  (177 


440  DEDICATING   PLACES    OF   WORSHIP. 

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UXbJ  God"s  Biessi?ig  7nz'oked. 

i  O  Thou,  whose  own  vast  temple  stands, 
Built  over  earth  and  sea, 
Accept  the  walls  that  human  hands 
Have  raised  to  worship  Thee. 

2  Lord,  from  Thine  inmost  glory  send, 

Within  these  walls  t'  abide, 
The  peace  that  dwelleth  without  end 
Serenely  by  Thy  side. 

3  May  erring  minds,  that  worship  here, 

Be  taught  the  better  way  ; 
And  they  who  mourn,  and  they  who  fear, 
Be  strengthened  as  they  pray. 

4  May  faith  grow  firm,  and  love  grow  warm, 

And  pure  devotion  rise, 
While  round   these   hallowed   walls  the 
Of  earth-born  passion  dies.  [storm 

William  Cullen  Bryant  (1794— 1878),  1835. 
QJLw  Prayer  of  Dedication. — Ps.  exxxii. 

i  Arise,  O  King  of  grace,  arise, 
And  enter  to  Thy  rest : 
Lo,  Thy  church  waits  with  longing  eyes, 
Thus  to  be  owned  and  blest. 

2  Enter  with  all  Thy  glorious  train, 

Thy  Spirit  and  Thy  Word  ; 
All  that  the  ark  did  once  contain 
Could  no  such  grace  afford. 

3  Here,  might}-  God,  accept  our  vows, 

Here  let  Thy  praise  be  spread ; 

Bless  the  provisions  of  Thy  house, 

And  fill  Thy  poor  with  bread. 


614 


GOD'S   TEMPLE.  441 

Here  let  the  Son  of  David  reign, 

Let  God's  Anointed  shine, 
Justice  and  truth  His  court  maintain, 

With  love  and  power  divine. 

Here  let  Him  hold  a  lasting  throne, 
And  as  His  kingdom  grows, 

Fresh  honors  shall  adorn  His  crown, 
And  shame  confound  His  foes. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts    1074 — 1748),  1719. 

8.  7.  61. 
"Attgulare  Fundatnentum." 

Christ  is  made  the  sure  Foundation, 
Christ  the  Head  and  Corner-Stone, 

Chosen  of  the  Lord,  and  precious, 
Binding  all  the  church  in  one, 

Holy  Zion's  help  forever, 
And  her  confidence  alone. 

All  that  dedicated  city, 

Dearly  loved  of  God  on  high, 

In  exultant  jubilation 
Pours  perpetual  melody  ; 

God  the  One  in  Three  adoring 
In  glad  hymns  eternally. 

To  this  temple,  where  we  call  Thee, 
Come,  O  Lord  of  hosts,  to-day  : 

With  Thy  wonted  loving-kindness, 
Hear  Thy  servants  as  they  pray  ; 

And  Thy  fullest  benediction 
Shed  within  its  walls  alway. 

Here  vouchsafe  to  all  Thy  servants 
What  they  ask  of  Thee  to  gain, 

What  they  gain  from  Thee  forever 
With  the  blessed  to  retain, 


442  G()D*S   TEMPLE. 

And  hereafter  in  Thy  glory 
Evermore  with  Thee  to  reign. 

Unknown  Author  of  the  8th  century. 
Tr.  hy  Rev.  John  Mason  Neale  (1818— 1866),  1851.     Ab.  and  alt. 

615  God's  Temple. 

i  The  perfect  world,  by  Adam  trod, 
Was  the  first  temple,  built  by  God ; 
His  fiat  laid  the  corner-stone, 
And  heaved  its,  pillars  one  by  one. 

2  He  hung  its  starry  roof  on  high, 
The  broad,  illimitable  sky  ; 

He  spread  its  pavement,  green  and  bright, 
And  curtained  it  with  morning  light. 

3  The  mountains  in  their  places  stood, 
The  sea,  the  sky,  and  all  was  good  ; 
And  when  its  first  pure  praises  rang, 
The  morning  stars  together  sang. 

4  I^ord,  'tis  not  ours  to  make  the  sea, 
And  earth,  and  sky,  a  house  for  Thee  ; 
But  in  Thy  sight  our  offering  stands, 
A  humbler  temple,  made  with  hands. 

Nathaniel  Parker  Willis  (1807— 1867,1,  1826.     Ab. 


616 


7.  6.  D. 
The  One  Foundation. — Eph. 


The  Church's  one  Foundation, 

Is  Jesus  Christ  her  L,ord  ; 
She  is  His  new  creation, 

By  water  and  the  word  : 
From  Heaven  He  came  and  sought  her 

To  be  His  holy  Bride; 
With  His  own  blood  He  bought  her, 

And  for  her  life  He  died. 


CHRIST'S   MINISTERS.  443 

Elect  from  every  nation, 

Yet  one  o'er  all  the  earth, 
Ker  charter  of  salvation 

One  Lord,  one  faith,  one  birth; 
One  holy  Name  she  bless 

Partakes  one  holy  food, 
And  to  one  hope  she  presses, 

With  ever}-  grace  endued. 

'Mid  toil  and  tribulation. 

And  tumult  of  her  war, 
She  waits  the  consummation 

Of  peace  for  evermore  ; 
Till  with  the  vision  glorious 

Her  longing  eyes  are  blest. 
And  the  great  Church  victorious 

Shall  be  the  Church  at  rest. 

The  saints  their  watch  are  keeping, 

Their  cry  goes  up.  "how  long?  " 
And  soon  the  night  of  weeping 

Shall  be  the  morn  of  song. 
O  happy  ones  and  holy  ! 

Lord,  give  us  grace,  that  we 
Like  them,  the  meek  and  lowly, 

On  high  may  dwell  with  Thee. 

Rev    Samuel  John  Stor,-;  Ab.  and  si    alt. 


617 


C  M. 
Our  Lord's  Apostles. 


Lord,  who  didst  bless  Thy  chosen  baud. 
And  forth  commissioned  send 

-ead  Thy  Name  from  land  to  land, 
To  Thee  our  hymns  ascend. 


AA\  CHRIST'S    MTNISTERS. 

2  The  princes  of  Thy  Church  were  they, 

Chiefs  unsubdued  in  fight, 
Soldiers  on  earth  of  Heaven's  array, 
The  world's  unerring  light. 

3  Theirs  the  firm  faith  of  holy  birth, 

The  hope  that  looks  above, 
And,  trampling  on  the  powers  of  earth, 
Their  Saviour's  perfect  love. 

4  In  them  the  heavens  exulting  own 

The  Father's  might  revealed, 
Thy  triumph  gained,  begotten  Son, 
Thy  Spirit's  influence  sealed. 

Bp.  Richard  Mant  (1776— 1848),  1837.     Ab. 

C1Q  LM- 

VlO  The  great  Commission. — Mark  xvi.  15. 

i   "  Go  preach  My  gospel,"  saith  the  Lord, 
Bid  the  whole  earth  My  grace  receive  ; 
He  shall  be  saved  that  trusts  My  word, 
And  he  condemned  that  won't  believe. 

2  I'll  make  your  great  commission  known  ; 

And  ye  shall  prove  My  gospel  true, 
By  all  the  works  that  I  have  done, 
By  all  the  wonders  ye  shall  do. 

3  Go,  heal  the  sick  ;  go,  raise  the  dead  ; 

Go,  cast  out  devils  in  My  Name ; 
Nor  let  My  prophets  be  afraid, 

Though    Greeks    reproach,    and   Jews 
blaspheme. 

4  Teach  all  the  nations  My  commands, 

I'm  with  you  till  the  world  shall  end ; 
All  power  is  trusted  to  My  hands, 
I  can  destroy,  and  I  defend." 


CHRIST'S   MINISTERS.  445 

5  He  spake,  and  light  shone  round  His  head  ; 
On  a  bright  cloud  to  Heaven  He  rode ; 
They  to  the  farthest  nations  spread 
The  grace  of  their  ascended  God. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts  (1674 — 1748),  1709.     SI.  alt. 
Oiy  "Go ye  into  the  World." — Mark  xvi.  15. 

i  Ye  Christian  heralds,  go,  proclaim 
Salvation  through  Immanuel's  Name; 
To  distant  climes  the  tidings  bear, 
And  plant  the  Rose  of  Sharon  there. 

2  He'll  shield  you  with  a  wall  of  fire, 
With  flaming  zeal  your  breast  inspire, 
Bid  raging  winds  their  fury  cease, 
And  hush  the  tempest  into  peace. 

3  And  when  our  labors  all  are  o'er, 
Then  we  shall  meet  to  part  no  more, 
Meet,  with  the  blood-bought  throng  to  fall , 
And  crown  our  Jesus  Lord  of  all. 

Mrs.  Yoke,  1816. 

cnr\  .      l.  m. 

UtaU  Ordination  of  a  Minister. 

i  Father  of  mercies,  in  Thy  house, 
Smile  on  our  homage,  and  our  vows  ; 
While,  with  a  grateful  heart,  we  share 
These  pledges  of  our  Father's  care. 

2  The  Saviour,  when  to  Heaven  He  rose, 
In  splendid  triumph  o'er  His  foes, 
Scattered  His  gifts  on  men  below. 
And  wide  His  royal  bounties  flow. 

3  Hence  sprung  th'  apostles'  honored  name, 
vSacred  beyond  heroic  fame  ; 

In  lowlier  forms,  to  bless  our  eyes. 
Pastors  from  hence,  and  teachers  rise. 


446  MISSIONS. 

4  So  shall  the  bright  succession  run, 
Through  the  last  courses  of  the  sun  ; 
While  unborn  churches,  by  their  care, 
Shall  rise  and  nourish,  large  and  fair. 

Rev.  Philip  Doddridge  (1702 — 1751),  1745.     Ab 

£01  L.  M. 

V»iJ»  The  Spirit  accompanying  the  Word. 

i  O  Spirit  of  the  living  God, 

In  all  Thy  plenitude  of  grace, 
Where'er  the  foot  of  man  hath  trod, 
Descend  on  our  apostate  race. 

2  Give  tongues  of  fire,  and  hearts  of  love, 

To  preach  the  reconciling  Word ; 
Give  power  and  unction  from  above, 
Whene'er  the  joyful  sound  is  heard. 

3  Be  darkness,  at  Thy  coming,  light, 

Confusion,  order  in  Thy  path  ; 
vSouls    without    strength     inspire     with 
Bid  mercy  triumph  over  wrath,  [might; 

4  Baptize  the  nations  ;  far  and  nigh 

The  triumphs  of  the  cross  record ; 
The  name  of  Jesus  glorify, 

Till  every  kindred  call  Him  Lord. 

James  Montgomery  (1771 — 1854),  1825.     Ab. 


L.  M. 
Chris fs  Dominion. — Ps 


622 

i  Jesus  shall  reign  where'er  the  sun 
Does  his  successive  journeys  run  ; 
His  kingdom  stretch  from  shore  to  shore, 
Till  moons  shall  wax  and  wane  no  more. 

2  To  Him  shall  endless  prayer  be  made, 
And  praises  throng  to  crown  His  head  ; 
His  Name,  like  sweet  perfume,  shall  rise 
With  every  morning  sacrifice. 


missions.  447 

3  Blessings  abound  where'er  He  reigns  ; 
The  prisoner  leaps  to  lose  his  chains ; 
The  weary  find  eternal  rest, 

And  all  the  sons  of  want  are  blest. 

4  Let  every  creature  rise  and  bring 
Peculiar  honors  to  our  King  ; 
Angels  descend  with  songs  again, 
And  earth  repeat  the  loud  Amen. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts  (1674— 1748),  1719.     Ab.  and  si.  alt 

£«Q  L.  M. 

Q m Iw  For  a  Missionary  Meeting. 

i  Assembled  at  Thy  great  command, 
Before  Thy  face,  dread  King,  we  stand ; 
The  voice  that  marshaled  every  star, 
Has  called  Thy  people  from  afar. 

2  We  meet,  through  distant  lands  to  spread 
The  truth  for  which  the  martyrs  bled ; 
Along  the  line,  to  either  pole, 

The  thunder  of  Thy  praise  to  roll. 

3  Our  prayers  assist,  accept  our  praise, 
Our  hopes  revive,  our  courage  raise, 
Our  counsels  aid  ;  and,  O  impart 
The  single  eye,  the  faithful  heart. 

4  Forth  with  Thy  chosen  heralds  come, 
Recall  the  wandering  spirits  home  ; 
From  Zion's  mount  send  forth  the  sound, 
To  spread  the  spacious  earth  around. 

Rev.  William  Bengo  Collyer  (1782 — 1854),  1812.     Ab. 

MA  L- M- 

U4lT  " Fling  out  the  Banner.' ' 

i  Fling  out  the  banner :  let  it  float 

Skyward  and  seaward,  high  and  wide  ; 
The  sun,  that  lights  its  shining  folds. 
The  cross,  on  which  the  Saviour  died. 


448  MISSIONS. 

2  Fling  out  the  banner  :  angels  bend 

In  anxious  silence  o'er  the  sign, 
And  vainly  seek  to  comprehend 
The  wonder  of  the  Love  divine. 

3  Fling  out  the  banner  :  heathen  lands 

Shall  see  from  far  the  glorious  sight ; 
.    And  nations,  crowding  to  be  born, 
Baptize  their  spirits  in  its  light. 

4  Fling  out  the  banner  :  let  it  float 

Skyward  and  seaward,  high  and  wide : 
Our  glory  only  in  the  cross, 
Our  only  hope,  the  Crucified. 

5  Fling  out  the  banner  :  wide  and  high, 

Seaward  and  skyward  let  it  shine  ; 
Nor  skill,  nor  might,  nor  merit  ours; 
We  conquer  only  in  that  sign. 

Bp.  George  Washington  Doane  (1799 — 1859),  1824.     Ab. 

C9E  C-M- 

QiJW  The  immovable  Kingdom. — Dan.  ii.  44. 

i  O  where  are  kings  and  empires  now 
Of  old  that  went  and  came? 
But,  Lord,  Thy  Church  is  praying  yet, 
A  thousand  years  the  same. 

2  We  mark  her  goodly  battlements, 

And  her  foundations  strong ; 
We  hear  within  the  solemn  voice 
Of  her  unending  song. 

3  For  not  like  kingdoms  of  the  world 

Thy  holy  Church,  O  God  !       [ing  her, 
Though  earthquake  shocks  are  threateu- 
And  tempests  are  abroad  ; 


missions.  449 

4  Unshaken  as  eternal  hills, 
Immovable  she  stands, 
A  mountain  that  shall  fill  the  earth, 
A  house  not  made  by  hands. 

Bp.  Arthur  Cleveland  Coxe  (1818—         ),  1839.     Alt. 

C9C  c M- 

O ^Q  'The  Spirit  creating  all  Tilings  new. 

i  Spirit  of  power  and  might,  behold 
A  world  by  sin  destroyed ; 
Creator,  Spirit,  as  of  old, 
Move  on  the  formless  void. 

2  Give  Thou  the  word :  that  healing  sound 

Shall  quell  the  deadly  strife, 
And  earth  again,  like  Eden  crowned, 
Produce  the  tree  of  life. 

3  If  sang  the  morning  stars  for  joy 

When  nature  rose  to  view, 
What  strains  will  angel-harps  employ 
When  Thou  shalt  all  renew  ! 

4  And  if  the  sons  of  God  rejoice 

To  hear  a  Saviour's  Name, 
HowT  shall  the  ransomed  raise  their  voice, 
To  whom  that  Saviour  came  ! 

5  So  every  kindred,  tongue,  and  tribe, 

Assembling  round  the  throne, 
The  new  creation  shall  ascribe 
To  sovereign  love  alone. 

James  Montgomery  (1771 — 1854),  1825,  1853. 

Ml  7.  6.  D. 

Utal  i  "From  Greenland's  icy  Mountains." 

i  From  Greenland's  icy  mountains, 
From  India's  coral  strand, 
Where  Afric's  sunny  fountains 
Roll  down  their  golden  sand ; 


45°  MISSIONS. 

From  many  an  ancient  river, 
From  many  a  palmy  plainr 

They  call  us  to  deliver 

Their  land  from  error's  chain. 

2  What  though  the  spicy  breezes 

Blow  soft  o'er  Ceylon's  isle, 
Though  every  prospect  pleases, 

And  only  man  is  vile  : 
In  vain  with  lavish  kindness 

The  gifts  of  God  are  strown, 
The  heathen  in  his  blindness 

Bows  down  to  wood  and  stone. 

3  Can  we,  whose  souls  are  lighted 

With  wisdom  from  on  high, 
Can  we  to  men  benighted 

The  lamp  of  life  deny  ? 
Salvation,  O  salvation  ! 

The  joyful  sound  proclaim, 
Till  each  remotest  nation 

Has  learnt  Messiah's  Name. 

4  Waft,  waft,  ye  winds,  His  story, 

And  you,  ye  waters,  roll, 
Till,  like  a  sea  of  glory, 

It  spreads  from  pole  to  pole ; 
Till  o'er  our  ransomed  nature, 

The  Lamb  for  sinners  slain, 
Redeemer,  King,  Creator, 

In  bliss  returns  to  reign. 

Bp.  Reginald  Heber  (1783 — 1826),  1819. 

£0Q  7.6.D. 

\J  UQ  "Hail  to  the  Lord's  Anointed!  " 

i  Hail  to  the  Lord's  Anointed, 
Great  David's  greater  Son  ; 


MISSIONS.  45 l 

Hail,  in  the  time  appointed, 
His  reign  on  earth  begun  ! 

He  comes  to  break  oppression, 
To  set  the  captive  free, 

To  take  away  transgression, 
And  rule  in  equity. 

2  He  comes  with  succor  speedy 

To  those  who  suffer  wrong  ; 
To  help  the  poor  and  needy, 

And  bid  the  weak  be  strong ; 
To  give  them  songs  for  sighing, 

Their  darkness  turn  to  light, 
Whose  souls,  condemned  and  dying, 

Were  precious  in  His  sight. 

3  For  Him  shall  prayer  unceasing 

And  daily  vows  ascend  ; 
His  kingdom  still  increasing, 

A  kingdom  without  end. 
O'er  even.-  foe  victorious, 

He  on  His  throne  shall  rest, 
From  age  to  age  more  glorious, 

All-blessing  and  all-blest. 

James  Montgomery  (1771 — 1854),  1822.     Ab. 

£9Q  7.  6.  D. 

\J6iyJ  "  The  Morning  Light  is  breaking." 

i  The  morning  light  is  breaking, 

The  darkness  disappears  ; 
The  sons  of  earth  are  waking 

To  penitential  tears : 
Each  breeze  that  sweeps  the  ocean 

Brings  tidings  from  afar 
Of  nations  in  commotion, 

Prepared  for  Zion's  war. 


452  MISSIONS. 

2  See  heathen  nations  bending 

Before  the  God  we  love, 
And  thousand  hearts  ascending, 

In  gratitude  above ; 
While  sinners,  now  confessing, 

The  gospel  call  obey, 
And  seek  the  Saviour's  blessing, 

A  nation  in  a  day. 

3  Blest  river  of  salvation, 

Pursue  thine  onward  way  ; 
Flow  thou  to  every  nation, 

Nor  in  thy  riches  stay  ; 
Stay  not,  till  all  the  lowly 

Triumphant  reach  their  home  ; 
Stay  not,  till  all  the  holy 

Proclaim,  "The  Lord  is  come." 

Rev.  Samuel  Francis  Smith  (1808 —         ),  1831.     Ab 


630 


7.  6.  D. 
The  final  Triumph. 

When  shall  the  voice  of  singing 

Flow  joyfully  along, 
When  hill  and  valley,  ringing 

With  one  triumphant  song, 
Proclaim  the  contest  ended, 

And  Him,  who  once  was  slain, 
Again  to  earth  descended, 

In  righteousness  to  reign  ? 

Then  from  the  craggy  mountains 
The  sacred  shout  shall  fly  ; 

And  shady  vales  and  fountains 
Shall  echo  the  reply  : 

High  tower  and  lowly  dwelling 
Shall  send  the  chorus  round, 


missions.  453 

All  hallelujah  swelling 
In  one  eternal  sound. 

James  Edmeston  (1791 — 1867),  1822.     Alt. 

C31  7.  6.  D. 

Owl  The  good  Tidings. 

i  How  beauteous,  on  the  mountains, 

The  feet  of  him  that  brings, 
Ivike  streams  from  living  fountains, 

Good  tidings  of  good  things ; 
That  publisheth  salvation, 

And  jubilee  release, 
To  every  tribe  and  nation, 

God's  reign  of  joy  and  peace. 

2  Lift  up  thy  voice,  O  watchman, 
And  shout,  from  Zion's  towers, 
Thy  hallelujah  chorus, 

1 1  The  victory  is  ours  ! ' ' 
The  Lord  shall  build  up  Zion 

In  glory  and  renown, 
And  Jesus,  Judah's  Lion, 

Shall  wear  His  rightful  crown. 

Benjamin  Gough  (1805 —        ),  1865.     Ab.  and  si.  alt 

£09  L    M. 

Q^y  "Awake,  awake.'  — Is.  li.  9. 

i   Arm  of  the  Lord,  awake,  awake, 

Put  on  Thy  strength,  the  nations  shake  ; 
And  let  the  world,  adoring,  see 

|| : Triumphs  of  mercy  wrought  by  Thee.  :|| 

2  Say  to  the  heathen  from  Thy  throne, 
"  I  am  Jehovah,  God  alone  !  " 
Thy  voice  their  idols  shall  confound, 

|| :  And  cast  their  altars  to  the  ground.  :|| 


454  MTSSIONS. 

3  No  more  let  human  blood  be  spilt, 
Vain  sacrifice  for  human  guilt ; 
But  to  each  conscience  be  applied 
The  blood  that  flowed  from  Jesus'  side. 

4  Almighty  God,  Thy  grace  proclaim, 
In  every  clime,  of  every  name, 
Till  adverse  power  before  Thee  fall, 
And  crown  the  Saviour,  Lord  of  all. 

William  Shrubsole,  Jr.  (1759 — 1829),  1795.     Ab. 

£OQ  L.  M. 

QQsJ  Prayer  for  speedy  Triumph. 

i  Soon  may  the  last  glad  song  arise 
Through  all  the  millions  of  the  skies, 
That  song  of  triumph,  which  records 
That  all  the  earth  is  now  the  Lord's. 

2  Let  thrones,  and  powers,  and  kingdoms  be 
Obedient,  mighty  God,  to  Thee ; 

And  over  land,  and  stream,  and  main, 
Wave  Thou  the  sceptre  of  Thy  reign. 

3  O  that  the  anthem  now  might  swell, 
And  host  to  host  the  triumph  tell, 
That  not  one  rebel  heart  remains, 
But  over  all  the  Saviour  reigns. 

Baptist  Magazine,  1816. 

COA  L-  M. 

UJT  Prayer  for  Home  Missions. 

i  Look  from  Thy  sphere  of  endless  day, 
O  God  of  mercy  and  of  might ; 
In  pity  look  on  those  who  stray, 
Benighted,  in  this  land  of  light. 
2  In  peopled  vale,  in  lonely  glen, 

In  crowded  mart,  by  stream  or  sea, 
How  many  of  the  sons  of  men 

Hear  not  the  message  sent  from  Thee. 


missions.  455 

3  Send  forth  Thy  heralds,  Lord,  to  call 

The  thoughtless  young,  the  hardened 
A  scattered,  homeless  flock,  till  all    [old, 
Be  gathered  to  Thy  peaceful  fold. 

4  Send  them  Thy  mighty  word  to  speak, 

Till  faith  shall  dawn,  and  doubt  depart, 
To  awe  the  bold,  to  stay  the  weak, 
And  bind  and  heal  the  broken  heart. 

5  Then  all  these  wastes,  a  dreary  scene, 

That  make  us  sadden  as  we  gaze, 
Shall  grow  with  living  waters  green, 
And  lift  to  Heaven  the  voice  of  praise. 

William  Cullen  Bryant  (1794 — 1878),  1840. 

CQE  7.6.  d. 

\J  wU  "Uplift  the  blood-red  Banner." 

i  Uplift  the  blood-red  banner, 

And  shout,  with  trumpet's  sound, 
Deliverance  to  the  captive, 

And  freedom  to  the  bound  ; 
Earth's  jubilee  of  glory, 

The  year  of  full  release  : 
O  tell  the  wondrous  story, 

Go  forth  and  publish  peace. 

2  Go  forth,  confessors,  martyrs, 

With  zeal  and  love  unpriced, 
And  preach  the  blood  of  sprinkling, 

And  live,  or  die,  for  Christ  ; 
For  Christ  claim  every  nation, 

Your  banner  wide  unfurled  ; 
Go  forth  and  preach  salvation, 

Salvation  for  the  world. 

Benjamin  Gough  (1805 —        ),  1865.     Ab. 


456  MISSIONS. 


636 


637 


7.  6.  D. 
*'  TJie  Salvation  of  Israel." — Ps.  xiv. 

O  that  the  Lord's  salvation 

Were  out  of  Zion  come, 
To  heal  His  ancient  nation, 

To  lead  His  outcasts  home. 
How  long  the  holy  city 

Shall  heathen  feet  profane  ? 
Return,  O  Lord,  in  pity  ; 

Rebuild  her  walls  again. 

Let  fall  Thy  rod  of  terror, 

Thy  saving  grace  impart ; 
Roll  back  the  veil  of  error, 

Release  the  fettered  heart. 
Let  Israel,  home  returning, 

Her  lost  Messiah  see  ; 
Give  oil  of  jov  for  mourning, 

And  bind  Thy  Church  to  Thee. 

Rev.  Henry  Francis  Lyte  (1793 — 1847),  1834 

6.  6.  4,  6.  6.  6.  4. 
"Speed  on  Thy  Word." 

Lord  of  all  power  and  might, 
Father  of  love  and  light, 

Speed  on  Thy  Word  : 
O  let  the  gospel  sound 
All  the  wide  world  around, 
Wherever  man  is  found  : 

God  speed  His  Word. 

Hail,  blessed  Jubilee : 
Thine,  Lord,  the  glory  be ; 

Hallelujah  ! 
Thine  was  the  mighty  plan, 
From  Thee  the  work  began : 


638 


missions.  457 

Awav  with  praise  of  man. 
Glory  to  God ! 

Lo,  what  embattled  foes, 
Stern  in  their  hate,  oppose 

God's  holy  Word: 
One  for  His  truth  we  stand, 
Strong  in  His  own  right  hand, 
Firm  as  a  martvr-band  : 

God  shield  His  Word. 

Onward  shall  be  our  course, 
Despite  of  fraud  or  force  ; 

God  is  before  : 
His  word  ere  long  shall  run 
Free  as  the  noon-day  sun  ; 
His  purpose  must  be  done  : 

God  bless  His  Word. 

Rev.  Hugh  Stowell  (1799— 1865),  1854.     51.  alt. 

6.  6.  4,  6.  6.  6.  4. 
'■Let  there  be  Light .'" — Gen.  i.  3.      2  Cor.  iv.  6. 

Thou,  whose  almighty  word 
Chaos  and  darkness  heard, 

And  took  their  flight ; 
Hear  us,  we  humbly  pray, 
And  where  the  gospel's  day 
Sheds  not  its  glorious  ray, 

"Let  there  be  light!"' 

Thou,  who  didst  come  to  bring 
On  Thy  redeeming  wing 

Healing  and  sight, 
Health  to  the  sick  in  mind, 
vSight  to  the  inly  blind, 
O,  now  to  all  mankind 

"Let  there  be  light!" 


45^  MISSIONS. 

3  Spirit  of  truth  and  love, 
Life-giving,  holy  Dove, 

Speed  forth  Thy  flight : 
Move  o'er  the  water's  face, 
Bearing  the  lamp  of  grace, 
And  in  earth's  darkest  place 

' '  Let  there  be  light ! ' ' 

4  Blessed  and  Holy  Three, 
Glorious  Trinity, 

Wisdom,  Love,  Might ; 
Boundless  as  ocean's  tide, 
Rolling  in  fullest  pride, 
Through  the  world,  far  and  wide, 

"Let  there  be  light !  " 

Rev.  John  Marriott  (1780— 1825),  1816 


8.  7.  4. 
Good  Tidings  to  Zion. — Is.  lii.  7. 


639 

i  On  the  mountain's  top  appearing, 
Lo,  the  sacred  herald  stands, 
Welcome  news  to  Zion  bearing, 
Zion  long  in  hostile  lands : 

|| :  Mourning  captive,  :|| 
God  Himself  will  loose  thy  bands. 

2  Has  thy  night  been  long  and  mournful  ? 

Have  thy  friends  unfaithful  proved? 
Have  thy  foes  been  proud  and  scornful, 
By  thy  sighs  and  tears  unmoved? 

|| :  Cease  thy  mourning:  :|| 
Zion  still  is  well-beloved. 

3  God,  thy  God,  will  now  restore  thee ; 

He  Himself  appears  thy  Friend ; 
All  thy  foes  shall  flee  before  thee ; 
Here  their  boasts  and  triumphs  end : 


missions.  459 

|| :  Great  deliverance  :|| 
Zion's  King  vouchsafes  to  send. 

Rev.  Thomas  Kelly  (1769 — 1S55),  1806.     Ab. 

C /tfi  8.  7.  4. 

OTTv  Light  in  the  Darkness.— Matt.  iv.  16. 

i  O'ER  the  gloomy  hills  of  darkness, 
Look,  my  soul,  be  still  and  gaze ; 
Sun  of  Righteousness,  arising, 

Bring  the  bright,  the  glorious  day : 

|| :  Send  the  Gospel  :|| 
To  the  earth's  remotest  bound. 

2  Kingdoms  wide  that  sit  in  darkness, 

Grant  them,  Lord,  Thy  glorious  light, 
And  from  eastern  coast  to  western 
May  the  morning  chase  the  night ; 

|| :  And  redemption,  :|| 
Freely  purchased,  win  the  day. 

3  Fly  abroad,  thou  mighty  Gospel, 

Win  and  conquer,  never  cease : 
May  thy  lasting  wide  dominions 
Multiply,  and  still  increase  ; 

|| :  Sway  Thy  sceptre,  :|| 
Saviour,  all  the  world  around. 

Rev.  William  Williams  (1717 — 1791),  1772.     Ab.  and  alt. 

CAT  c-  M-  D- 

0  A  X  "Put  on  Thy  Strength."— Is.  li.  9. 

i  Awake,  awake,  put  on  Thy  strength, 

O  arm  of  Christ  the  Lord ; 
Awake,  as  in  the  ancient  days, 

Fresh  triumphs  now  record. 
Thou  dryest  up  the  mighty  sea, 

The  waters  of  the  deep, 
That  joy  might  spring  in  saddened  hearts, 

And  mourners  cease  to  weep. 


460  MISSIONS. 

2  Thy  ransomed  people  passed  the  wave, 

They  trod  the  Red  Sea  floor ; 
The  cloudy  pillar  frowned  behind, 

But  smiled  with  light  before. 
Lift  up  Thine  arm,  display  Thy  light, 

Again  to  guard  and  guide  : 
Beneath  Thy  banner,  mighty  Lord, 

We  too  have  crossed  the  tide. 

3  On,  on  we  haste  with  holy  zeal, 

Since  Thou  the  path  hast  blest ; 
The  distant  mountains  rise  in  view, 

Thy  seat  of  peace  and  rest. 
There  lies  the  City  of  our  God, 

The  City  beaming  bright ; 
Where  shines  nor  sun,  nor  moon,  nor  star, 

The  Lamb  its  only  light. 

T.  T.  N,  1870.     Ab. 


642 


6.  6.  4.  6.  6.  6.4. 
"Christ for  the  World." 

Christ  for  the  world  we  sing  ; 
The  world  to  Christ  we  bring, 

With  loving  zeal ; 
The  poor,  and  them  that  mourn, 
The  faint  and  overborne, 
Sin-sick  and  sorrow-worn, 

Whom  Christ  doth  heal. 

Christ  for  the  world  we  sing ; 
The  world  to  Christ  we  bring, 

With  fervent  prayer : 
The  wayward  and  the  lost, 
By  reckless  passion  tossed, 
Redeemed,  at  countless  cost,  . 

From  dark  despair. 


MISSIONS.  461 

Christ  for  the  world  we  sing ; 
The  world  to  Christ  we  bring, 

With  one  accord  ; 
With  us  the  work  to  share, 
With  us  reproach  to  dare, 
With  us  the  cross  to  bear, 

For  Christ  our  Lord. 

Christ  for  the  world  we  sing ; 
The  world  to  Christ  we  bring, 

With  joyful  song; 
The  new-born  souls,  whose  days, 
Reclaimed  from  error's  ways, 
Inspired  with  hope  and  praise, 

To  Christ  belong. 

Rev.  Samuel  Wolcott  (1813 —        ),  1869, 

C  M 
The  Gospel for  all  Nations.  —  Mark  xiii.  10. 

Great  God,  the  nations  of  the  earth 

Are  by  creation  Thine  ; 
And  in  Thy  works,  by  all  beheld, 

Thy  radiant  glories  shine. 
But,  Lord,  Thy  greater  love  has  sent 

Thy  gospel  to  mankind. 
Unveiling  what  rich  stores  of  grace 

Are  treasured  in  Thy  mind. 
Lord,  when  shall  these  glad  tidings  spread 

The  spacious  earth  around, 
Till  every  tribe,  and  every  soul, 

Shall  hear  the  joyful  sound? 
Smile,  Lord,  on  each  divine  attempt 

To  spread  the  gospel's  rays, 
And  build  on  sin's  demolished  throne 

The  temples  of  Thy  praise. 

Rev.  Thomas  Gibbons  (1720—1783),  1769      Ab.  and  alt 


643 


462  THE  STRUGGLE. 

Q  ±   i"  "  The  Glory  of  the  latter  Day" 

i  O  God,  our  God,  Thou  shinest  here, 
Thine  own  this  latter  day  ; 
To  us  Thy  radiant  steps  appear : 
We  watch  Thy  glorious  way. 

2  Thou  tookest  once  our  flesh  ;  Thy  face 

Once  on  our  darkness  shone ; 
Yet  through  each  age  new  births  of  grace 
Still  make  Thy  glory  known. 

3  Not  only  olden  ages  felt 

The  presence  of  the  Lord ; 
Not  only  with  the  fathers  dwelt 
Thy  Spirit  and  Thy  word. 

4  Doth  not  the  Spirit  still  descend, 

And  bring  the  heavenly  fire  ? 
Doth  not  He  still  Thy  church  extend, 
And  waiting  souls  inspire  ? 

5  Come,  Holy  Ghost,  in  us  arise  ; 

Be  this  Thy  mighty  hour ; 
And  make  Thy  willing  people  wise 
To  know  Thy  day  of  power. 

Thomas  Hornblower  Gill  (1819 —        ),  i860.     Ab. 
WAV*  "Soldiers  0/  the  Cross,  arise." 

i  Soldiers  of  the  cross,  arise, 

Gird  you  with  your  armor  bright ; 
Mighty  are  your  enemies, 

Hard  the  battle  ye  must  fight. 
O'er  a  faithless,  fallen  world, 

Raise  your  banner  in  the  sky, 
Let  it  float  there,  wide  unfurled, 

Bear  it  onward,  lift  it  high. 


THE   STRUGGLE.  463 

2  'Mid  the  homes  of  want  and  woe, 

Strangers  to  the  living  Word, 
Let  the  Saviour's  herald  go, 

Let  the  voice  of  hope  be  heard. 
Where  the  shadows  deepest  lie, 

Carry  truth's  unsullied  ray  ; 
Where  are  crimes  of  blackest  dye, 

There  the  saving  sign  display. 

3  To  the  weary  and  the  worn 

Tell  of  realms  where  sorrows  cease ; 
To  the  outcast  and  forlorn 

Speak  of  mercy  and  of  peace. 
Guard  the  helpless,  seek  the  strayed, 

Comfort  trouble,  banish  grief; 
With  the  Spirit's  sword  arrayed, 

Scatter  sin  and  unbelief. 
4.  Be  the  banner  still  unfurled, 

Bear  it  bravely  still  abroad, 
Till  the  kingdoms  of  the  world 

Are  the  kingdoms  of  the  Lord, 
Praise  with  songs  of  holy  glee, 

Saints  of  earth  and  heavenly  Host, 
Godhead  One  in  persons  Three, 

Father,  Son.  and  Holy  Ghost. 

Bp.  William  Walsham  How  (1823 —         ),  1854. 

£AC  7.  D. 

\J TW  "Go, ye  Messengers  0/  God." 

i  Go,  ye  messengers  of  God, 

Like  the  beams  of  morning  fly, 
Take  the  wonder-working  rod, 

Wave  the  banner-cross  on  high, 
Where  the  lofty  minaret 

Gleams  along  the  morning  skies, 
Wave  it  till  the  crescent  set, 

And  the  ; '  Star  of  Jacob  ' '  rise. 


4^4  THK   TRIUMPH. 

2  Go  to  many  a  tropic  isle, 

In  the  bosom  of  the  deep, 
Where  the  skies  for  ever  smile, 

And  th'  oppressed  for  ever  weep. 
O'er  the  negro's  night  of  care 

Pour  the  living  light  of  Heaven ; 
Chase  away  the  fiend  despair, 

Bid  him  hope  to  be  forgiven. 

3  Where  the  golden  gates  of  day 

Open  on  the  palmy  East, 
Wide  the  bleeding  cross  display, 

Spread  the  gospel's  richest  feast. 
Bear  the  tidings  round  the  ball, 

Visit  every  soil  and  sea ; 
Preach  the  cross  of  Christ  to  all, 

Christ,  whose  love  is  full  and  free. 

Rev.  Joshua  Marsden  (1777 — 1837),  1812 
OTb  /  The  Vittory  anticipated. — Ps.  lxxii. 

i   Hasten,  Lord,  the  glorious  time, 

When,  beneath  Messiah's  sway, 
Every  nation,  every  clime, 

Shall  the  gospel  call  obey. 
Mightiest  kings  His  power  shall  own, 

Heathen  tribes  His  Name  adore : 
Satan  and  his  host  o'erthrown, 

Bound  in  chains,  shall  hurt  no  more. 

2  Then  shall  wars  and  tumults  cease, 
Then  be  banished  grief  and  pain  ; 
Righteousness,  and  joy,  and  peace, 

Undisturbed  shall  ever  reign. 
Time  shall  sun  and  moon  obscure, 
■  Seas  be  dried,  and  rocks  be  riven, 


THY    KINGDOM    COME.  465 

But  His  reign  shall  still  endure. 
Endless  as  the  days  of  Heaven. 

Miss  Harriet  Auber  (.1773—1862),  1829.     Ab. 


7.  D. 
The  Song  of  Jubilee 


648 

1  Hark,  the  song  of  jubilee, 

Loud  as  mighty  thunders  roar, 
Or  the  fulness  of  the  sea, 

When  it  breaks  upon  the  shore : 
Hallelujah  !  for  the  Lord 

God  Omnipotent  shall  reign ; 
Hallelujah  !  let  the  word 

Echo  round  the  earth  and  main. 

2  Hallelujah  !  hark,  the  sound, 

From  the  centre  to  the  skies, 
Wakes  above,  beneath,  around, 

All  creation's  harmonies. 
See  Jehovah's  banners  furled,  [done, 

Sheathed  His  sword:   He  speaks;   'tis 
And  the  kingdoms  of  this  world 

Are  the  kingdoms  of  His  Sou. 

3  He  shall  reign  from  pole  to  pole 

With  illimitable  sway : 
He  shall  reign,  when  like  a  scroll 

Yonder  heavens  have  passed  away. 
Then  the  end  ;  beneath  His  rod 

Man's  last  enemv  shall  fall: 
Hallelujah  !  Christ  in  God, 

God  in  Christ,  is  All  in  all. 

James  Montgomery  (1 771— 1854),  1819,  1825.     1717. 

PAQ  8.  7.  D. 

UTw    "So  shall  He  sprinkle  many  Nations." — Is.  Hi    15. 

i  Saviour,  sprinkle  many  nations, 
Fruitful  let  Thy  sorrows  be  ; 
By  Thy  pains  and  consolations, 


466  THY    KINGDOM   COME- 

Draw  the  Gentiles  unto  Thee : 
Of  Thy  cross  the  wondrous  story, 

Be  it  to  the  nations  told 
Let  them  see  Thee  in  Thy  glory, 

And  Thy  mercy  manifold. 

2  Far  and  wide,  though  all  unknowing, 

Pants  for  Thee  each  mortal  breast ; 
Human  tears  for  Thee  are  flowing, 

Human  hearts  in  Thee  would  rest, 
Thirsting,  as  for  dews  of  even, 

As  the  new-mown  grass  for  rain  ; 
Thee,  they  seek,  as  God  of  Heaven, 

Thee  as  Man  for  sinners  slain. 

3  Saviour,  lo,  the  isles  are  waiting, 

Stretched  the  hand,  and  strained  the 
sight, 
For  Thy  Spirit,  new  creating 

Love's  pure  flame  and  wisdom's  light; 
Give  the  word,  and  of  the  preacher 

Speed  the  foot,  and  touch  the  tongue, 
Till  on  earth  by  every  creature 

Glory  to  the  Lamb  be  sung. 

Bp.  Arthur  Cleveland  Coxe  (1818—         ),  1851 

enn  8- 7- D  •, 

UvW  "Come  over  and  help  us."1 — Acts  xvi.  9. 

i  Hark,  what  mean  those  lamentations, 

Rolling  sadly  through  the  sky  ? 
'Tis  the  cry  of  heathen  nations, 

"Come  and  help  us,  or  we  die." 
Lost  and  helpless  and  desponding, 

Wrapt  in  error's  night  they  lie ; 
To  their  cries  your  hearts  responding, 

Haste  to  help  them  ere  they  die. 


THK    TRIUMPH.  467 

2  Hark,  again  those  lamentations 

Rolling  sadly  through  the  sky  ; 
Louder  cry  the  heathen  nations, 

"Come  and  help  us,  or  we  die." 
Hear  the  heathen's  sad  complaining; 

Christians,  hear  their  dying  cry  ; 
And  the  love  of  Christ  constraining, 

Join  to  help  them  ere  they  die. 

Rev.  John  Cawood  (1775—1852),  iGiq.     Alt. 

£C1  11.10. 

001  The  latter  Day. 

i  Hail   to   the   brightness  of  Zion's  glad 
morning ; 
Joy  to  the  lands  that  in  darkness  have 
lain ; 
Hushed  be   the   accents   of  sorrow   and 
mourning  ; 
Zion  in  triumph  begins  her  mild  reign. 

2  Hail   to   the   brightness  of   Zion's  glad 

morning, 

Long  by  the  prophets  of  Israel  foretold; 
Hail  to  the  millions  from  bondage  return- 
ing ; 

Gentiles  and  Jews  the  blest  vision  be- 
hold. 

3  Lo,  in  the  desert  rich  flowers  are  spring- 

ing ; 
Streams  ever  copious  are  gliding  along; 
Loud  from  the  mountain-tops  echoes  are 

ringing ; 
Wastes  rise  in  verdure,  and  mingle  in 

song. 


468  THE   TRIUMPH. 

4  See,  from  all  lands,  from  the  isles  of  the 
ocean, 
Praise  to  Jehovah  ascending  on  high  ; 
Fallen  are  the  engines  of  war  and  com- 
motion ; 
Shouts  of  salvation  are  rending  the  sky. 

Thomas  Hastings  (1784 — 1872),  1823. 


11.  10. 
The  Church  victorious. 


652 

i  Daughter  of  Zion,  awake  from  thy  sad- 
ness ; 
Wake,  for  thy  foes  shall  oppress  thee 
no  more : 
Bright  o'er  thy  hills  dawns  the  day-star 
of  gladness ; 
Rise,  for  the  night  of  thy  sorrow  is  o'er. 

2  Strong  were  thy  foes ;  but  the  arm  that 

subdued  them, 

And  scattered  their  legions,  was  might- 
ier far : 
They  fled,  like  the  chaff,  from  the  scourge 
that  pursued  them : 

Vain  were  their  steeds  and  their  char- 
iots of  war. 

3  Daughter  of  Zion,  the  power  that  hath 

saved  thee 

Extolled  with  the  harp  and  the  timbrel 
should  be ; 
Shout,  for  the  foe  is  destroyed  that  en- 
slaved thee ; 

Th'  oppressor  is  vanquished,  and  Zion 
is  free. 

Fitzgerald's  Collection,  1830 


THY   KINGDOM    COME.  469 

rro  c.  m. 

WWW  The  Restoration  of  Israel. — Is.  Hi.  1 — 10 

i  Daughter  of  Zion,  from  the  dust 
Exalt  thy  fallen  head  ; 
Again  in  thy  Redeemer  trust : 
He  calls  thee  from  the  dead. 

2  Awake,  awake,  put  on  thy  strength, 

Thy  beautiful  array  ; 
The  day  of  freedom  dawns  at  length, 
The  Lord's  appointed  day. 

3  Rebuild  thy  walls,  thy  bounds  enlarge, 

And  send  thy  heralds  forth  ; 
Say  to  the  South,  "Give  up  thy  charge, 
And  keep  not  back,  O  North." 

4  They  come,  they  come  ;  thine  exiled  bands; 

Where'er  they  rest  or  roam, 
Have  heard  Thy  voice  in  distant  lands, 
And  hasten  to  their  home. 

James  Montgomery  (1771 — 1854),  1825,  1853.     Ab 
654  TJu  Martyr-Spirit. 

i  The  Son  of  God  goes  forth  to  war, 
A  kingly  crown  to  gain  ; 
His  blood-red  banner  streams  afar : 
Who  follows  in  His  train  ? 

2  Who  best  can  drink  His  cup  of  woe, 

Triumphant  over  pain, 
Who  patient  bears  His  cross  below, 
He  follows  is  His  train. 

3  The  martyr  first,  whose  eagle  eye 

Could  pierce  beyond  the  grave, 
Who  saw  his  Master  in  the  sky, 
And  called  on  Him  to  save  : 


47°  THY   KINGDOM   COME. 

4  Like  Him,  with  pardon  on  His  tongue, 

In  midst  of  mortal  pain, 
He  prayed  for  them  that  did  the  wrong : 
Who  follows  in  his  train  ? 

5  A  glorious  band,  the  chosen  few 

On  whom  the  Spirit  came, 
Twelve   valiant   saints,  their  hope  they 
knew, 
And  mocked  the  cross  and  name. 

6  They  climbed  the  steep  ascent  of  Heaven 

Through  peril,  toil,  and  pain  : 
O  God,  to  us  may  grace  be  given 
To  follow  in  their  train. 

Bp.  Reginald  Heber  (1783— 1826),  1827.     Ab. 

rrr  cm. 

|j\J\J     Prayer  heard,  arid  Z1011  restored. — Ps.  cii.  13 — 21. 

i   LKT  Zion  and  her  sons  rejoice  ; 
Behold  the  promised  hour  : 
Her  God  hath  heard  her  mourning  voice, 
And  comes  t' exalt  His  power. 

2  The  Lord  will  raise  Jerusalem, 

And  stand  in  glory  there ; 
Nations  shall  bow  before  His  Name, 
And  kings  attend  with  fear. 

3  He  sits  a  Sovereign  on  His  throne, 

With  pity  in  His  eyes ; 
He  hears  the  dying  prisoners  groan, 
And  sees  their  sighs  arise. 

4  He  frees  the  souls  condemned  to  death, 

Nor  when  His  saints  complain, 
Shall  it  be  said,  that  praying  breath 
Was  ever  spent  in  vain. 

Rev    Isaac  Watts  (1674— 1748),  1719.     Ab 


THY   KINGDOM   COME,  471 

bOQ      The  Millennium .— Micah.  iv.  1,  2.     Is.  ii    1—4. 

1  Behold,  the  Mountain  of  the  Lord 

In  latter  days  shall  rise, 
Above  the  mountains  and  the  hills, 
And  draw  the  wondering  eyes. 

2  The  beam  that  shines  on  Zion's  hill 

Shall  lighten  every  land  ; 
The  King  who  reigns  in  Zion's  towers 
Shall  all  the  world  command. 

3  Xo  strife  shall  vex  Messiah's  reign, 

Or  mar  the  peaceful  3Tears  ;        [swords, 
To   ploughshares  soon   they   beat   their 
To  pruning-hooks  their  spears. 

4  No  longer  hosts  encountering  hosts 

Their  millions  slain  deplore  ; 
They  hang  the  trumpet  in  the  hall, 
And  study  war  no  more. 

5  Come,  then,  O  come  from  every  land, 

To  worship  at  His  shrine  ; 
And,  walking  in  the  light  of  God, 
With  holy  beauties  shine. 

Michael  Bruce  (1746 — 1767),  1781.     Ab 

CK7  CM- 

Ow  I  Mustering  the  Host.— Isa.  xiii.  4. 

i  Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  gates  of  brass, 
Ye  bars  of  iron,  yield ; 
And  let  the  King  of  glory  pass : 
The  cross  is  in  the  field. 

2  That  banner,  brighter  than  the  star 
That  leads  the  train  of  night, 
Shines  on  their  march,  and  guides  from  far 
His  servants  to  the  fight. 


472  THY   KINGDOM   COMH. 

3  Ye  armies  of  the  living  God, 

His  sacramental  host, 
Where  hallowed  footsteps  never  trod, 
Take  your  appointed  post. 

4  Uplifted  are  the  gates  of  brass, 

The  bars  of  iron  yield  ; 
Behold  the  King  of  glory  pass : 
The  cross  hath  won  the  field. 

James  Montgomery  (1771 — 1854),  1854?     Ab 

CPQ  10s. 

W  wO  Gentiles  coming  i?ito  the  Church. 

i  Risk,  crowned  with  light,  imperial  Salem, 

rise : 
Exalt  thy  towering  head,  and  lift  thine 

eyes  ; 
See   Heaven   its   sparkling  portals  wide 

display, 
And  break  upon  thee  in  a  flood  of  day. 

2  See  a  long  race  thy  spacious  courts  adorn, 
See  future  sons  and  daughters  yet  unborn 
In  crowding  ranks  on  every  side  arise, 
Demanding  life,  impatient  for  the  skies. 

3  See  barbarous  nations  at  thy  gates  attend, 
Walk  in  thy  light,  and  in  thy  temple  bend; 
See  thy  bright  altars  thronged  with  pros- 
trate kings, 

While  every  land  its  joyful  tribute  brings. 

4  The  seas  shall  waste,  the  skies  to  smoke 

decay, 
Rocks  fall  to  dust,  and  mountains  melt 
a  way  ; 


THY    KINGDOM    COME.  473 

But  fixed  His  Word,  His  saving  power 

remains  ; 
Thy  realm  shall  last,   thy  own  Messiah 

reigns. 

Alexander  Pope  (1688—  1744J,  1712.     Ab.  auu  alt. 


C.  M. 
Home  Missions. 


659 

1  Ox  Zion  and  on  Lebanon, 

On  Carmel's  blooming  height, 
On  Sharon's  fertile  plains,  once  shone 
The  glory,  pure  and  bright. 
t  From  thence  its  mild  and  cheering  ray 
Streamed  forth  from  land  to  land ; 
And  empires  now  behold  its  day ; 
And  still  its  beams  expand. 

3  But  ah,  our  deserts  deep  and  wild 

See  not  this  heavenly  light ; 
No  sacred  beams,  no  radiance  mild, 
Dispel  their  dreary  night. 

4  Thou,  who  didst  lighten  Zion's  hill, 

On  Carmel  who  didst  shine, 
Our  deserts  let  Thy  glory  fill, 
^hy  excellence  divine. 

Bp.  Henry  Ustick  Onderdonk  (1789— 1858),  1826.     Ab. 

££H  7.6.  D. 

WWW  Meeting  the  Bridegroom. 

1  Awake,  awake,  O  Zion, 

Put  on  thy  strength  divine, 
Thy  garments  bright  in  beauty, 

The  bridal  dress  be  thine  ■ 
Jerusalem  the  holy, 

To  purity  restored  ; 
Meek  Bride,  all  fair  and  lowly, 

Go  forth  and  meet  thv  Lord. 


474  THY   KINGDOM    COMR. 

2  The  Lamb  who  bore  our  sorrow? 

Comes  down  to  earth  again  ; 
No  sufferer  now,  but  Victor, 

For  evermore  to  reign  ; 
To  reign  in  every  nation, 

To  rule  in  every  zone : 
O  wide-world  coronation, 

In  every  heart  a  throne. 

3  Awake,  awake,  O  Zion, 

The  bridal  day  draws  nigh, 
The  day  of  signs  and  wonders, 

And  marvels  from  on  high  : 
Thy  sun  uprises  slowly, 

But  keep  thou  watch  and  ward ; 
Fair  Bride,  all  pure  and  lowly, 

Go  forth  to  meet  thy  Lord. 

Benjamin  Gough  (1805 —        ),  1865.     Ab. 


CC1  7-  6-  D- 

OUi  " Mighty  to  save." — Is.  lxiii.   1. 

i   He  comes  in  blood-stained  garments 

Upon  His  brow  a  crown  ; 
The  gates  of  brass  fly  open, 

The  iron  bands  drop  down  ; 
From  off  the  fettered  captive 

The  chains  of  Satan  fall, 
While  angels  shout  triumphant, 

That  Christ  is  Lord  of  all. 

2  O  Christ,  His  love  is  mighty, 
Long-suffering  is  His  grace ; 
And  glorious  is  the  splendor 
That  beameth  from  His  face. 


662 


FOR   THOSE   AT  SEA.  475 

Our  hearts  up-leap  in  gladness 
When  we  behold  that  love, 

As  we  go  singing  onward 
To  dwell  with  Him  above. 

Mrs.  Charitie  Lees  Bancroft  (1841—        ),  i860.     Ab. 

8.  7.  D. 
Christ  on  the  Lake  of  Galilee. — Mark  iv.  38. 

i  Tossed  upon  life's  raging  billow, 

Sweet  it  is,  O  Lord,  to  know, 
Thou  didst  press  a  sailor's  pillow, 

And  canst  feel  a  sailor's  woe. 
Never  slumbering,  never  sleeping, 

Though  the  night  be  dark  and  drear, 
Thou  the  faithful  watch  art  keeping, 

"All,  all's  well,"  Thy  constant  cheer. 

2  And  though  loud  the  wind  is  howling, 

Fierce  though  flash  the  lightnings  red, 
Darkly  though  the  storm-cloud's  scowling 

O'er  the  sailor's  anxious  head ; 
Thou  canst  calm  the  raging  ocean, 

All  its  noise  and  tumult  still, 
Hush  the  tempest's  wild  commotion, 

At  the  bidding  of  Thy  will. 

3  Thus  my  heart  the  hope  will  cherish, 

While  to  Thee  I  lift  mine  eye, 
Thou  wilt  save  me  ere  I  perish, 

Thou  wilt  hear  the  sailor's  cry ; 
And  though  mast  and  sail  be  riven, 

Life's  short  voyage  will  soon  be  o'er; 
Safely  moored  in  Heaven's  wide  haven, 

Storms  and  tempests  vex  no  more. 

Rev.  George  Washington  Bethune  (1805—1862^,  1S47.     Alt 


476  FOR   THOSE   AT  SEA. 

nno  l.  m. 

VlJJ  For  Seamen. — Ps.  cvii.  23 — 30. 

i  O  God,  who  metest  in  Thy  hand 
The  waters  of  the  mighty  sea, 
And  barrest  ocean  with  the  sand 
By  Thy  perpetual  decree : 

2  When  they  who  to  the  sea  go  down, 

And  in  the  waters  ply  their  toil, 
Are  lifted  on  the  surge's  crown, 

And  plunged  where  seething  eddies  boil; 

3  Rule  then,  O  Lord,  the  ocean's  wrath, 

And  bind  the  tempest  with  Thy  will ; 
Tread,  as  of  old,  the  water's  path,  [still." 
And  speak  Thy  bidding,    "Peace,   be 

4  And  when  there  shall  be  sea  no  more, 

Save  that  of  mingled  flame  and  glass, 
Where  goes  no  galley  sped  by  oar, 
Where  gallant  ships  no  longer  pass  ; 

5  When  dawns  the  Resurrection  morn, 

Upon  that  shore,  O  Jesus,  stand, 
And  give  Thy  pilgrims,  faint  and  worn, 
Their  welcome  to  the  Happy  Land. 

Rev.  Richard  Frederick  Littledale  (1833—         ),  1867.     Ab. 

CCA  L  M- 

00  it  Prayer  for  Mariners, 

i  While  o'er  the  deep  Thy  servants  sail, 
Send  Thou,  O  Lord,  the  prosperous  gale  ; 
And  on  their  hearts,  where'er  they  go, 
O  let  Thy  heavenly  breezes  blow. 

2  If  on  the  morning's  wings  they  fly, 
They  will  not  pass  beyond  Thine  eye  : 
The  wanderer's  prayer  Thou  bend'st  to 
And  faith  exults  to  know  Thee  near,  [hear, 


IX  DANGER  AND  DEATH.  477 

3  When  tempests  rock  the  groaning  bark, 
O  hide  them  safe  in  Jesus'  ark  ; 

When  in  the  tempting  port  they  ride, 
O  keep  them  safe  at  Jesus'  side. 

4  If  life's  wide  ocean  smile  or  roar, 
Still  guide  them  to  the  heavenly  shore  : 
And  grant  their  dust  in  Christ  may  sleep, 
Abroad,  at  home,  or  in  the  deep. 

Bp.  George  Burgess  '1809 — 1866),  1804. 

000  "Save,  Lord,  or  we  perish." — Mark  viii    25. 

1  When  through  the  torn   sail   the   wild 

tempest  is  streaming, 

When  o'er  the  dark  wave  the  red  light- 
ning is  gleaming, 

Nor  hope  lends  a  ray  the  poor  seaman  to 
cherish, 

They  fly  to  their  Master,  "Save,  Lord, 
or  we  perish  ! ' ' 

2  O  Jesus,  once  rocked  on  the  breast  of  the 

billow, 
Aroused  by  the  shriek  of  despair  from 

Thy' pillow, 
Now  seated   in   glory,    the   poor   sinner 

cherish, 
Who  cries  in  his  anguish,  "Save,  Lord, 

or  wTe  perish  ! ' ' 

Bp.  Reginald  Hebcr  (.1783—1826),  1820.     Ab.  and  alt. 

CCC  8.7.4. 

000  The  guiding  Star. 

i  Star  of  peace,  to  wanderers  weary, 

Bright  the  beams  that  smile  on  me ; 
|| :  Cheer  the  pilot's  vision  dreary, 
Far,  far  at  sea.  :JI 


478  J>*  DANGER   AND   DEATH. 

2  Star  of  hope,  gleam  on  the  billow, 

Bless  the  soul  that  sighs  for  Thee ; 
|| :  Bless  the  sailor's  lonely  pillow, 
Far,  far  at  sea.  :|| 

3  Star  of  faith,  when  winds  are  mocking 

All  his  toil,  he  flies  to  Thee  ; 
|| :  Save  him  on  the  billows  rocking, 
Far,  far  at  sea.  :|| 

4  Star  divine,  O  safely  guide  him, 

Bring  the  wanderer  home  to  Thee : 
|| :  Sore  temptations  long  have  tried  him, 
Far,  far  at  sea.  :|| 

Mrs.  Jane  Bell  Cross  Simpson,  1830.     Ab 
UU  j  In  Sickness. 

1  When  languor  and  disease  invade 

This  trembling  house  of  clay, 
'Tis  sweet  to  look  beyond  the  cage, 
And  long  to  fly  away. 

2  Sweet  on  His  faithfulness  to  rest, 

Whose  love  can  never  end  ; 
Sweet  on  His  covenant  of  grace 
For  all  things  to  depend  ; 

3  Sweet,  in  the  confidence  of  faith, 

To  trust  His  firm  decrees ; 
Sweet  to  lie  passive  in  His  hands, 
And  know  no  will  but  His ; 

4  Sweet  to  rejoice  in  lively  hope, 

That,  when  my  change  shall  come, 
Angels  will  hover  round  my  bed, 
And  waft  my  spirit  home. 

Rev.  Augustus  Montague  Toplady  (1740 — 1778),  1776.     Ab. 


HOME   AND   REST.  479 

££Q  s.  m. 

UUO  Wearing  Home. 

i  One  sweetly  solemn  thought 
Comes  to  me  o'er  and  o'er, 
Nearer  my  parting  hour  am  I 
Than  e'er  I  was  before. 

2  Nearer  my  Father's  house, 

Where  many  mansions  be  ; 
Nearer  the  throne  where  Jesus  reigns, 
Nearer  the  crystal  sea ; 

3  Nearer  my  going  home, 

leaving  my  burden  down, 
Leaving  my  cross  of  heavy  grief, 
Wearing  my  starry  crown. 

4  Nearer  that  hidden  stream, 

Winding  through  shades  of  night, 
Rolling  its  cold,  dark  waxes  between 
Me  and  the  world  of  light. 

5  Jesus,  to  Thee  I  cling : 

Strengthen  my  arm  of  faith  ; 
Stay  near  me  while  my  way-worn  feet 
Press  through  the  stream  of  death. 

Mibs  Phoebe  Cary  (1825 — X871),  1852.     Ab.  and  alt 
©by  "  The  Death  0/  the  Righteous." 

i  O  for  the  death  of  those 
Who  slumber  in  the  Lord  : 
O  be  like  theirs  my  last  repose, 
Like  theirs  my  last  reward. 

2  Their  bodies  in  the  ground, 
In  silent  hope  may  lie, 
Till  the  last  trumpet's  joyful  sound 
Shall  call  them  to  the  sky. 


480  HOM£  and  rkst. 

3  Their  ransomed  spirits  soar, 

On  wings  of  faith  and  love, 

To  meet  the  Saviour  they  adore, 

And  reign  with  Him  above. 

4  With  us  their  names  shall  live 

Through  long-succeeding  years, 
Embalmed  with  all  our  hearts  can  give, 
Our  praises  and  our  tears. 

James  Montgomery  (1771— 1854),  1804.     Ab.  and  much  alt. 
U/U  Resting  in  Hope. 

i  Rest  for  the  toiling  hand, 
Rest  for  the  anxious  brow, 
Rest  for  the  weary,  way-sore  feet, 
Rest  from  all  labor  now. 

2  Rest  for  the  fevered  brain, 

Rest  for  the  throbbing  eye  ;  [more 

Through  these  parched  lips  of  thine  no 
Shall  pass  the  moan  or  sigh. 

3  Soon  shall  the  trump  of  God 

Give  out  the  welcome  sound, 
That  shakes  thy  silent  chamber-walls, 
And  breaks  the  turf-sealed  ground. 

4  Ye  dwellers  in  the  dust, 

Awake,  come  forth  and  sing ; 
Sharp  has  your  frost  of  winter  been, 
But  bright  shall  be  your  spring. 

5  'Twas  sown  in  weakness  here, 

'Twill  then  be  raised  in  power : 
That  which  was  sown  an  earthly  seed, 
Shall  rise  a  heavenly  flower. 

Rev.  Horatius  Bonar  (1808—        J.  1857.     Ab. 


671 


672 


THE   END   IN   VIEW.  481 

6.5.  D 
The  Hour  0/  Trial. 

In  the  hour  of  trial, 

Jesus,  pray  for  me ; 
Lest  by  base  denial 

I  depart  from  Thee  : 
When  Thou  seest  me  waver, 

With  a  look  recall, 
Nor  for  fear  or  favor, 

Suffer  me  to  fall. 

If  with  sore  affliction 

Thou  in  love  chastise, 
Pour  Thy  benediction 

On  the  sacrifice : 
Then,  upon  Thine  altar 

Freely  offered  up, 
Though  the  flesh  may  falter, 

Faith  shall  drain  the  cup. 

When  in  dust  and  ashes 

To  the  grave  I  sink, 
While  Heaven's  glory  flashes 

O'er  the  shelving  brink, 
On  Thy  truth  relying 

Through  that  mortal  strife, 
Lord,  receive  me,  dving, 

To  eternal  life. 

James  Montgomery,  1835.     Ab 

8.  7. 
"This  is  not  your  Rest." — Micah.  ii.  10. 

This  is  not  my  place  of  resting ; 

Mine's  a  city  yet  to  come ; 
Onward  to  it  I  am  hasting, 

On  to  my  eternal  home. 


4^2  WITH    THE   LORD. 

2  In  it  all  is  light  and  glory  ; 

O'er  it  shines  a  nightless  day  : 
Every  trace  of  sin's  sad  story > 
All  the  curse,  hath  passed  away. 

3  There  the  Lamb,  our  Shepherd,  leads  us, 

By  the  streams  of  life  along, 

On  the  freshest  pastures  feeds  us, 

Turns  our  sighing  into  song. 

4  Soon  we  pass  this  desert  dreary, 

Soon  we  bid  farewell  to  pain  ; 
Never  more  are  sad  or  weary, 
Never,  never  sin  again. 

Rev.  Horatius  Bonar  (1808—         ),  1845. 

nnn  s.  m. 

U/J  Far  from  Home. — Ps.  cxxxvii. 

i  Far  from  my  heavenly  home, 
Far  from  my  Father's  breast, 
Fainting  I  cry,  "  Blest  Spirit,  come, 
And  speed  me  to  my  rest." 

2  Upon  the  willows  long 

My  harp  has  silent  hung  : 
How  should  I  sing  a  cheerful  song 
Till  Thou  inspire  my  tongue  ? 

3  My  spirit  homeward  turns, 

And  fain  would  thither  flee  ; 
My  heart,  O  Zion,  droops  and  yearns, 
When  I  remember  thee. 

4  To  thee,  to  thee,  I  press, 

A  dark  and  toilsome  road  : 
When  shall  I  pass  the  wilderness, 
And  reach  the  saints'  abode? 

5  God  of  my  life,  be  near : 

On  Thee  my  hopes  I  cast ; 


THE   BETTER  UFE.  4R3 

O  guide  me  through  the  desert  here, 
And  bring  me  home  at  last. 

Rev.  Henry  Francis  Lyte  (1793 — 1847),  l834- 
O  I  TT  "For  ever  with  the  Lord." 

i  For  ever  with  the  Lord  : 
Amen,  so  let  it  be  ; 
Life  from  the  dead  is  in  that  word, 
'Tis  immortality. 

2  Here  in  the  body  pent, 

Absent  from  Him  I  roam, 
Yet  nightly  pitch  my  moving  tent 
A  day's  march  nearer  home. 

3  My  Father's  house  on  high, 

Home  of  my  soul?  how  near, 
At  times,  to  faith's  foreseeing  eye, 
Thy  golden  gates  appear. 

4  Ah,  then  my  spirit  faints 

To  reach  the  land  I  love, 
.     The  bright  inheritance  of  saints, 
Jerusalem  above. 

5  ' '  Forever  with  the  Lord  ; ' ' 

Father,  if  'tis  Thy  will, 
The  promise  of  that  faithful  word 
E'en  here  to  me  fulfil. 

James  Montgomery  (1771 — 1854),  1835.     Ab. 
UiW  "  I -would  not  live  alivay ." 

i  I  would  not  live  alway  ;  I  ask  not  to  stay 

Where  storm  after  storm  rises  dark  o'er 

the  way  ;  [here, 

The  few  lurid  mornings,  that  dawn  on  us 

Are  enough  for  life's  woes,  full  enough 

for  its  cheer. 


484  THE  BETTER  LIFE. 

2  I  would  not  live  alway,  thus  fettered  by  sin, 
Temptation     without     and     corruption 

within ; 
E'  en  the  rapture  of  pardon  is  mingled  wi  th 

fears, 
And  the  cup  of  thanksgiving  with  penitent. 

tears. 

3  I  would  not  live  alway  ;  no,  welcome  the 

tomb ; 
Since  Jesus  hath  lain  there,  I  dread  not  its 

gloom ; 
There  sweet  be  my  rest,  till  He  bid  me 

arise, 
To  hail  Him  in  triumph  descending  the 

skies. 

4  Who,  who  would  live  alway,  away  from 

his  God  ; 
Away    from   yon    Heaven,  that   blissful 

abode, 
Where  the  rivers  of  pleasure  flow  o'er  the 

bright  plains, 
And  the  noontide  of  glory  eternally  reigns? 

5  Where  the  saints  of  all  ages  in  harmony 

meet, 
Their  Saviour  and  brethren  transported 

to  greet ; 
While  the  anthems  of  rapture  unceasingly 

roll,  [soul. 

And  the  smile  of  the  Lord  is  the  feast  of  the 

Rev.  William  Augustus  Muhlenberg  (1796 — 1877),  1823. 
676  The  Last  SL-ep. 

i  Sleep  thy  last  sleep  ! 

Free  from  care  and  sorrow ; 


FUXKRAL    HYMNS.  485 

Rest,  where  none  weep, 

Till  th'  eternal  morrow: 
Though  dark  waves  roll 

O'er  the  silent  river, 
Thy  fainting  soul 

Jesus  can  deliver. 

Life's  dream  is  past ; 

All  its  sin,  and  sadness; 
Brightly,  at  last, 

Dawns  the  day  of  gladness : 
Under  thy  sod, 

Earth,  receive  our  treasure, 
To  rest  in  God, 

Waiting  all  His  pleasure. 

Though  we  may  mourn 

Those  in  life  the  dearest, 
They  shall  return, 

Christ,  when  Thou  appearest : 
Soon  shall  Thy  voice 

Comfort  those  now  weeping, 
Bidding  rejoice 

All  in  Jesus  sleeping. 

Rev.  Edward  Arthur  Dayman  (1807 —         ),  1868 


13.11. 
Gone  to  the  Grave. 


677 

i  Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave  ;  but  we  will 
not  deplore  thee, 
Though  sorrows  and  darkness  encom- 
pass the  tomb  : 
The  Saviour  has  passed  through  its  por- 
tal before  thee, 
And  the  lamp  of  His  love  is  thy  guide 
through  the  gloom. 


486  THE   END   WELCOMED. 

2  Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave ;  we  no  lon- 

ger behold  thee, 
Nor  tread  the  rough  path  of  the  world 

by  thy  side ; 
But  the  wide  arms  of  mercy  are  spread 

to  enfold  thee, 
And  sinners  may  die,   for  the  Sinless 

hath  died. 

3  Thou   art  gone  to   the   grave;    and,    its 

mansion  forsaking, 
Perchance  thy  weak  spirit  in  fear  lin- 
gered long ; 
But  the  mild  rays  of  Paradise  beamed  on 
thy  waking, 
And  the  sound  which  thou  heardst  was 
the  seraphim's  song. 

4  Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave ;  but  we  will 

not  deplore  thee ; 
Whose    God    was    thy    Ransom,    thy 

Guardian  and  Guide : 
He  gave  thee,  He  took  thee,  and  He  will 

restore  thee  ; 
And  death  has  no  sting,  for  the  Saviour 

has  died. 

Bp.  Reginald  Heber  (1783—1826),  1812. 

C7Q  s-  M-  D- 

0/0  "  The  Time  is  short." — 1  Cor.  vii.  29. 

i  A  few  more  years  shall  roll, 
A  few  more  seasons  come, 
And  we  shall  be  with  those  that  rest 
Asleep  within  the  tomb. 
Then,  O  my  Lord,  prepare 
My  soul  for  that  great  day ; 


THE    END   WELCOMED.  4S7 

O  wash  me  in  Thy  precious  blood, 
And  take  my  sins  away. 
A  few7  more  storms  shall  beat 
On  this  wild,  rock}'  shore  ; 
And  wTe  shall  be  wThere  tempests  cease, 
And  surges  swell  no  more. — Cho. 

A  few  more  struggles  here, 

A  few  more  partings  o'er, 
A  few  more  toils,  a  few  more  tears, 

And  we  shall  weep  no  more. — Cho. 

'Tis  but  a  little  while, 

And  He  shall  come  again, 
Who  died  that  we  might  live,  who  lives 

That  we  with  Him  may  reign. — Cho. 

Rev.  Horatius  Bonar  (1808 —         ),  1857.     Ab. 


P.  M. 
'  Immanuel' s  Land. 


679 

i  The  sands  of  time  are  sinking, 

The  dawm  of  Heaven  breaks  ; 
The  summer  morn  I've  sighed  for, 

The  fair,  sweet  morn  awakes  : 
Dark,  dark  hath  been  the  midnight, 

But  day-spring  is  at  hand, 
And  glory,  glory  dwelleth 

In  Immanuel' s  land. 

2  O  Christ,  He  is  the  fountain, 

The  deep,  sweet  well  of  love; 
The  streams  of  earth  I've  tasted, 

More  deep  I'll  drink  above. 
There  to  an  ocean  fulness 

His  mercy  doth  expand, 
And  glory,  glory  dwelleth 

In  Immanuers  land. 


488  THE   END    WELCOMED. 

3  The  bride  eyes  not  her  garment, 

But  her  dear  bridegroom's  face  ; 
I  will  not  gaze  at  glory, 

But  on  my  King  of  grace ; 
Not  at  the  crown  He  giveth, 

But  on  His  pierced  hand  : 
The  Lamb  is  all  the  glory 

Of  Immanuel's  land. 

Mrs.  Annie  Ross  Cousin,  1857.     Ah. 
680  "Asleep'in  jesus." 

i   Asleep  in  Jesus :  blessed  sleep, 
From  which  none  ever  wakes  to  weep, 
A  calm  and  undisturbed  repose, 
Unbroken  by  the  last  of  foes. 

2  Asleep  in  Jesus  :  O  how  sweet 
To  be  for  such  a  slumber  meet ; 
With  holy  confidence  to  sing, 
That  death  hath  lost  his  venomed  sting. 

3  Asleep  in  Jesus  :  peaceful  rest, 
Whose  waking  is  supremely  blest ; 
No  fear,  no  woe,  shall  dim  that  hour 
That  manifests  the  Saviour's  power. 

4  Asleep  in  Jesus  :  O  for  me 
May  such  a  blissful  refuge  be  ; 
Securely  shall  my  ashes  lie, 
Waiting  the  summons  from  on  high. 

5  Asleep  in  Jesus  :  far  from  thee 

Thy  kindred  and  their  graves  may  be ; 
But  thine  is  still  a  blessed  sleep, 
From  which  none  ever  wakes  to  weep. 

Mrs..  Margaret  Maekay  (1801—         \,  1832.     Ab. 


FUNERAL    HYMNS.  489 

£Q1  L-M- 

U01        The  Death  0/  the  Righteous. — Num.  xxiii.  10. 

i  How  blest  the  righteous,  when  he  dies, 
When  sinks  a  wear}'  soul  to  rest : 
How  mildly  beam  the  closing  eyes, 
How  gently  heaves  th'  expiring  breast. 

2  So  fades  a  summer  cloud  away  ; 

So  sinks  the  gale,  when  storms  are  o'er  ; 
So  gently  shuts  the  eye  of  day  ; 
So  dies  a  wave  along  the  shore. 

3  A  holy  quiet  reigns  around. 

A  calm  which  life  nor  death  destroys  ; 
And  naught  disturbs  that  peace  profound, 
Which  his  unfettered  soul  enjoys. 

4  Life's  labor  done,  as  sinks  the  clay, 

Light  from  its  load  the  spirit  flies ; 
While  Heaven  and  earth  combine  to  say, 
"  How  blest  the  righteous  when  he  dies !" 

Mrs.  Anna  Lsetitia  Barbauld  (1743 — 1825),  1773.     Ab.  and  alt. 


682 


6.  6.  4  6.  6.  6  4. 
Resignation. 

i  Lowly  and  solemn  be 
Thy  children's  cry  to  Thee, 

Father  divine  : 
A  hymn  of  suppliant  breath  ; 
||:  Owning  that  life  and  death  :|| 
Alike  are  Thine. 

2  O  Father,  in  that  hour, 

\\  nen  earth  all  succoring  power 

Shall  disavow  ; 
When  spear,  and  shield,  and  crown, 
l|:  In  faintness  are  cast  down  ;  :|| 
Sustain  us,  Thou. 


49°  FUNERAL    HYMNS. 

3  By  Him  who  bowed  to  take 
The  death-cup  for  our  sake, 

The  thorn,  the  rod  ; 
From  whom  the  last  dismay 
||:  Was  not  to  pass  away  ;  :|| 
Aid  us,  O  God. 

4  Tremblers  beside  the  grave, 
We  call  on  Thee  to  save, 

Father  divine : 
Hear,  hear  our  suppliant  breath  ; 
|| :  Keep  us  in  life  and  death,  :|| 
Thine,  only  Thine. 

Mrs.  Felicia  Dorothea  Heinnns  (1794 — 1835),  1832.     Ab. 

£00  L-  M    61- 

000  Peacejul  S.'eep. 

i  Unveil  thy  bosom,  faithful  tomb  ; 

Take  this  new  treasure  to  thy  trust, 
|| :  And  give  these  sacred  relics  room, 

To  seek  a  slumber  in  the  dust.  :|| 

2  Nor  pain,  nor  grief,  nor  anxious  fear 

Invade  thy  bounds.     No  mortal  woes 
|| :  Can  reach  the  peaceful  sleeper  here, 

While  angels  watch  the  soft  repose.  :|| 

3  vSo  Jesus  slept :   God's  dying  Son      [bed; 

Passed  through  the  grave,  and  blest  the 
|| :  Rest  here,  blest  saint,  till  from  His  throne 
The   morning   break,    and   pierce   the 
shade.  :|| 

4  Break  from  His  throne,  illustrious  morn  ; 

Attend,  O  earth,  His  sovereign  word  ; 
|| :  Restore  thy  trust:  a  glorious  form 

Shall  then  ascend  to  meet  the  Lord.  :j| 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts  (1674 — 174SJ,  1734.     Alt 


FUNERAL    HYMNS.  49I 

CQ/1  s-  M-  D- 

DOT"  On  the  Death  of  a  Minister. 

i  Servant  of  God,  well  done, 

Rest  from  thy  loved  employ ; 
The  battle  fought,  the  victory  won, 

Enter  thy  Master's  joy. 
The  voice  at  midnight  came, 

He  started  up  to  hear ; 
A  mortal  arrow  pierced  his  frame, 

He  fell,  but  felt  no  fear. 

2  At  midnight  came  the  cry, 

1 '  To  meet  thy  God  prepare  ! ' ' 
He  woke,  and  caught  his  Captain's  eye ; 

Then,  strong  in  faith  and  prayer, 
His  spirit  with  a  bound 

Left  its  encumbering  clay  ; 
His  tent,  at  sunrise,  on  the  ground, 

A  darkened  ruin  lay. 

3  The  pains  of  death  are  past, 

Labor  and  sorrow  cease, 
And,  life's  long  warfare  closed  at  last, 

His  soul  is  found  in  peace. 
Soldier  of  Christ,  well  done, 

Praise  be  thy  new  employ ; 
And,  while  eternal  ages  run, 

Rest  in  thy  Saviour's  joy. 

Jame^  Montgomery  (1771 — 1854),  1825.     Ab. 

rpc  s.  m.d. 

UOw  Sig7ial  Consecration  and  Courage. 

i  O  Shepherd  of  the  sheep, 

High  Priest  of  things  to  come, 
Who  didst  in  grace  Thy  servant  keep, 
And  take  him  sweetly  home : 


492  LIFE   AND    DEATH. 

His  heart  was  Thine  alone, 

From  selfish  longings  free  ; 
Thy  throne  the  cross,  a  cross  his  throne, 

His  life  was  hid  in  Thee. 

2  So,  trusting  in  Thy  might, 

He  won  a  fair  renown  ; 
So,  waxing  valiant  in  the  fight, 

He  trod  the  lion  down  ; 
Then  rendered  up  to  Thee 

The  charge  Thy  love  had  given, 
And  passed  away,  Thy  face  to  see 

Revealed  in  highest  Heaven. 

V.  S.  C.  Coles,  1868.     Ab. 


£Q£  C.  M. 

yylj  " Marching  to  the  Tomb." 

i  Through  sorrow's  night   and   danger's 
Amid  the  deepening  gloom,         [path, 
We,  soldiers  of  an  injured  King, 
Are  marching  to  the  tomb. 

2  There,  when  the  turmoil  is  no  more, 

And  all  our  powers  decay, 
Our  cold  remains  in  solitude 
Shall  sleep  the  years  away. 

3  Our  labors  done,  securely  laid 

In  this  our  last  retreat, 
Unheeded,  o'er  our  silent  dust 
The  storms  of  life  shall  beat. 

4  Yet  not  thus  lifeless,  thus  inane, 

The  vital  spark  shall  lie  ; 
For  o'er  life's  wreck  that  spark  shall  rise 
To  seek  its  kindred  sky. 


LIFE   AND    DEATH.  493 

5  These  ashes  too,  this  little  dust, 

Our  Father's  care  shall  keep, 
Till  the  last  angel  rise  and  break 
The  long  and  dreary  sleep. 

6  Then  love's  soft  dew  o'er  every  eye 

Shall  shed  its  mildest  rays, 
And  the  long-silent  dust  shall  burst 
With  shouts  of  endless  praise. 

Henry  Kirke  White  (1785— 18&6),  1806. 

CQ7  c- M- 

yQ  /     "  To  live  is  Christ,  and  to  die  is  Gain." — Phil.  i.  21. 

i  Lord,  it  belongs  not  to  my  care 
Whether  I  die  or  live  ; 
To  love  and  serve  Thee  is  my  share, 
And  this  Thy  grace  must  give. 

2  Christ  leads  me  through  no  darker  rooms 

Than  He  went  through  before ; 
He  that  unto  God's  kingdom  comes 
Must  enter  by  this  door. 

3  Come,  Lord,  when  grace  hath  made  me 

Thy  blessed  face  to  see  ;  [meet 

"^or,  if  Thv  work  on  earth  be  sweet, 
What  will  Thy  glory  be  ? 

4  Then  I  shall  end  my  sad  complaints. 

And  weary  sinful  days, 
And  join  with  the  triumphant  saints 
That  sing  Jehovah's  praise. 

5  My  knowledge  of  that  life  is  small ; 

The  eye  of  faith  is  dim ; 
But  it's  enough  that  Christ  knows  all, 
And  I  shall  be  with  Him. 

Rev.  Richard  Baxter  (161 5 — 1689),  1681.     Ab.  and  ait 


494  FUNERAL    HYMNS. 

QOU  A  Student's  Death. 

i  Brother,  though  from  yonder  sky 
Cometh  neither  voice  nor  cry, 
Yet  we  know  from  thee  to-day 
Ever}'  pain  hath  passed  away. 

2  Not  for  thee  shall  tears  be  given, 
Child  of  God  and  heir  of  Heaven ; 
For  He  gave  thee  sweet  release ; 
Thine  the  Christian's  death  of  peace. 

3  Well  we  know  thy  living  faith 
Had  the  power  to  conquer  death ; 
As  a  living  rose  may  bloom 

By  the  border  of  the  tomb. 

4  Brother,  in  that  solemn  trust 
We  commend  thee,  dust  to  dust; 
In  that  faith  we  wait,  till,  risen 
Thou  shalt  meet  us  all  in  Heaven 

5  While  we  weep  as  Jesus  wept, 
Thou  shalt  sleep  as  Jesus  slept ; 
With  thy  Saviour  thou  shalt  rest, 
Crowned,  and  glorified,  and  blest. 

Rev.  James  Henry  Bancroft  (1819 — 1844),  1842. 
00  w  Citizenship  in  Heaven. — Ps   xv. 

i  Who,  O  Lord,  when  life  is  o'er, 
Shall  to  Heaven's  blest  mansions  soar? 
Who,  an  ever-welcome  guest, 
In  Thy  holy  place  shall  rest  ? 

2  He  whose  heart  Thy  love  has  warmed ; 
He,  whose  will  to  Thine  conformed, 
Bids  his  life  unsullied  run  ; 
He  whose  words  and  thoughts  are  one ; 


THE   SECOND   COMING.  495 

He  who  shuns  the  sinner's  road, 
Loving  those  who  love  their  God ; 
Who,  with  hope  and  faith  unfeigned, 
Treads  the  path  by  Thee  ordained ; 
He  who  trusts  in  Christ  alone, 
Not  in  aught  himself  hath  done  ; 
He,  great  God,  shall  be  Thy  care, 
And  Thy  choicest  blessings  share. 

Rev.  James  Merrick  (1720 — 1769),  1765.     Alt. 


7. 
The  Dead  in  Christ.' 


690 

1  They  whose  course  on  earth  is  o'er, 
Think  they  of  their  brethren  more  ? 
They  before  the  Throne  who  bow. 
Feel  they  for  their  brethren  now  ? 

2  Yea,  the  dead  in  Christ  have  still 
Part  in  all  our  joy  and  ill ;     ■ 
Keeping  all  our  steps  in  view, 
Guiding  them,  it  may  be,  too. 

3  We,  by  enemies  distrest, 
They,  in  Paradise  at  rest ; 

We  the  captives,  they  the  freed, 
We  and  they  are  one  indeed. 

4  One  in  all  we  seek  or  shun  ; 
One,  because  our  Lord  is  One  ; 
One  in  heart,  and  one  in  love  : 
We  below,  and  they  above. 

Rev.  John  Mason  Neale  (1818— 1866),  1844 

rOI  8    7,8.8.  7. 

Uw'l  Earth  and  Heaven  shaken. — Heb.  xii.  26. 

i  The  Lord  of  might  from  Sinai's  brow 
Gave  forth  His  voice  of  thunder ; 
And  Israel  lay  on  earth  below, 
Outstretched  in  fear  and  wonder. 


496  THE  SECOND   COMING. 

Beneath  His  feet  was  pitchy  night, 
And  at  His  left  hand  and  His  right 
The  rocks  were  rent  asunder. 

2  The  Lord  of  love,  on  Calvary, 

A  meek  and  suffering  stranger, 
Upraised  to  Heaven  His  languid  eye 

In  nature's  hour  of  danger: 
For  us  He  bore  the  weight  of  woe. 
For  us  He  gave  His  blood  to  flow, 

And  met  His  Father's  anger. 

3  The  Lord  of  love,  the  Lord  of  might, 

The  King  of  all  created, 
Shall  back  return  to  claim  His  right, 

On  clouds  of  glory  seated  ; 
With  trumpet-sound,  and  angel-song, 
And  hallelujahs  loud  and  long, 

O'er  death  and  hell  defeated. 

Bp.  Reginald  Heber  (1783— 1826),  1827 

CQO  8.  7.  D. 

UwfaJ  "He  is  coming." 

i   He  is  coming,  He  is  coming, 

Not  as  once  He  came  before, 
Wailing  infant,  born  in  weakness 

On  a  lowly  stable  floor : 
But  upon  His  cloud  of  glory, 

In  the  crimson-tinted  sky, 
Where  we  see  the  golden  sunrise 

In  the  rosy  distance  lie. 

2  He  is  coming,  He  is  coming, 

Not  as  once  He  wandered  through 
All  the  hostile  land  of  Judah, 

With  His  followers  poor  and  few : 


THE  SECOND   COMING.  497 

But  with  all  the  holy  angels 

Waiting  round  His  Judgment-seat, 

And  the  chosen  twelve  Apostles 
Sitting  crowned  at  His  feet. 

3  He  is  coming,  He  is  coming; 

Let  His  lowly  first  estate, 
And  His  tender  love,  so  teach  us 

That  in  faith  and  hope  we  wait, 
Till  in  glory  eastward  burning, 

Our  redemption  draweth  near ; 
And  we  see  the  sign  in  Heaven 

Of  our  Judge  and  Saviour  dear. 

Miss  Frances  Ridley  Havergal  (1856 — 1879),  1874.     Ai>. 

OQQ  P.  M. 

\J\jQ  "Thou  a  rt  com  i$tg, ' 

i  Thou  art  coming,  O  my  Saviour, 
Thou  art  coming,  O  my  King, 
In  Thy  beauty  all-resplendent, 
fn  Th}T  glory  all-transcendent; 

Well  may  we  rejoice  and  sing; 
Coming  !  In  the  opening  east 
Herald  brightness  slowly  swells  ; 
Coming  !  O  my  glorious  Priest, 
Hear  we  not  Trry  golden  bells? 

2  Thou  art  coming,  Thou  art  coming ; 

We  shall  meet  Thee  on  Thy  way, 
We  shall  see  Thee,  we  shall  know  Thee, 
We  shall  bless  Thee,  we  shall  show  Thee 

All  our  hearts  could  never  say ; 
What  an  anthem  that  will  be, 
Bringing  out  our  love  to  Thee, 
Pouring  out  our  rapture  sweet 
At  Thine  own  all-glorious  feet. 


49§  THE    FINAL  JOY. 

3  O  the  joy  to  see  Thee  reigning, 
Thee,  my  own  beloved  Lord  ! 

Even-  tongue  Thy  Name  confessing, 

Worship,  honor,  glory,  blessing, 
Brought  to  Thee  with  one  accord ; 

Thee,  my  Master  and  my  Friend, 

Vindicated  and  enthroned, 

Unto  earth's  remotest  end 

Glorified,  adored,  and  owned. 

Miss  Frances  Ridley  Havergal  (1836— 1879),  1874.     Ab. 
OStT  The  final' Joy. 

i  Wake,  awake,  for  night  is  flying, 
The  watchmen  on  the  heights  are  crying; 

Awake,  Jerusalem,  at  last ! 
Midnight  hears  the  welcome  voices, 
And  at  the  thrilling  cry  rejoices: 

Come  forth,  ye  virgins,  night  is  past ! 
The  Bridegroom  comes,  awake, 
Your  lamps  with  gladness  take  ; 
Hallelujah! 
And  for  His  marriage-feast  prepare, 
For  ye  must  go  to  meet  Him  there. 
2  Zion  hears  the  watchmen  singing, 
And  all  her  heart  with  joy  is  springing, 
She  wakes,  she  rises  from  her  gloom  ; 
For  her  Lord  comes  down  all-glorious, 
The  strong  in  grace,  in  truth  victorious, 
Her  Star  is  risen,  her  Light  is  come  ! 
Ah,  come,  Thou  blessed  One, 
God's  own  beloved  Son  ; 
Hallelujah  ! 
We  follow  till  the  halls  we  see, 
Where  Thou  hast  bid  us  sup  with  Thee. 

Rev.  Philip  Nicolai  (1556— 1608),  1598. 
Tr.  by  Miss  Catherine  Winkworth  ^829—1878),  1858.     Ab 


The  final  joy.  499 

OwQ  ".Vein  Lebenslicht." 

i  Lord  Jesus  Christ,  my  Life,  my  Light, 
My  strength  by  day,  my  trust  by  night, 
On  earth  I'm  but  a  passing  guest, 
And  sorely  with  my  sins  opprest. 

2  O  let  Thy  sufferings  give  me  power 
To  meet  the  last  and  darkest  hour ; 
Thy  cross  the  staff  whereon  I  lean, 

My  couch  the  grave  where  Thou  hast  been. 

3  Since  Thou  hast  died,  the  Pure,  the  Just, 
I  take  my  homeward  way  in  trust ; 

The  gates  of  Heaven,  Lord,  open  wide, 
When  here  I  may  no  more  abide. 

4  And  when  the  last  great  day  is  come, 
And  Thou,  our  Judge,   shalt  speak    the 
O  sit  me  then  upon  Thy  right,       [doom, 
Among  the  angels  pure  and  bright. 

Rev.  Martin  Behemb  ( 1557 — 1622),  1606. 
Tr.  by  Miss  Catherine  Winkworth,  1858.     Ab.  and  si.  alt 


CQC  8-  7-  7-  7- 

\J\J\J  "Adperennh  Vitae  Forttem." 

i  Ox  the  fount  of  life  eternal 
Gazing  wistful  and  athirst ; 

Yearning,  straining,  from  the  prison 
Of  confining  flesh  to  burst ; 

Here  the  soul  an  exile  sighs 

For  her  native  Paradise. 

2  There  the  saints  of  God,  resplendent 
As  the  sun  in  all  its  might, 
Evermore  rejoice  together. 
Crowned  with  diadems  of  light ; 


500  THE   FINAL  JOY. 

And  from  peril  safe  at  last, 
Count  up  all  their  triumphs  past. 

3  Happy  they,  who  with  them  seated 

Shall  in  all  their  glory  share  ! 

O  that  we,  our  days  completed, 

Might  be  but  admitted  there ! 

There  with  them  the  praise  to  sing 

Of  our  glorious  God  and  King. 

Peter  Damiani  (1007 — 1072), 
Tr.  by  Rev.  Edward  Caswall  (1814—1878),  1858.     Ab.  and  si.  alt. 


697 


8.  7,  7.  7. 
sind  die  vor  Gottes  Stuhl  ? ' 


Who  are  these  like  stars  appearing, 
These,  before  God's  throne  who  stand? 

Each  a  golden  crown  is  wearing, 
Who  are  all  this  glorious  band? 

Alleluia  !  hark,  they  sing, 

Praising  loud  their  heavenly  King. 

These,    like   priests   have   watched    and 
waited, 

Offering  up  to  Christ  their  will, 
Soul  and  body  consecrated, 

Day  and  night  they  serve  Him  still : 
Xow,  in  God's  most  holy  place, 
Blest  they  stand  before  His  face. 

Lo,  the  Lamb  Himself  now  feeds  them, 
On  Mount  Zion's  pastures  fair  ; 

From  His  central  throne  He  leads  them 
By  the  living  fountain  there : 

Lamb  and  Shepherd,  Good  Supreme. 

Free  He  gives  the  cooling  stream. 

Rev.  Heinrich  Theobald  Schenk  1         — r727)i 

Tr.  by  Miss  Frances  Elizabeth  Cox  1  ),  1S41.      Ab. 


THE    SECOND    COMING.  501 

Qy^Q  ISov  6   Nii(i(fnos  epxerat. 

i  Behold,  the  Bridegroom  cometh  in  the 

middle  of  the  night, 
And  blest  is   he   whose   loins   are   girt, 

whose  lamp  is  burning  bright ; 
But  woe  to  that  dull  servant,  whom  the 

Master  shall  surprise 
With  lamp  untrimmed,  unburning,  and 

with  slumber  in  his  eyes. 

2  Do  thou,   my  soul,  beware,  beware  lest 

thou  in  sleep  sink  down, 
Lest  thou  be  given  o'er  to  death,  and  lose 

the  golden  crown  ; 
But  see  that  thou  be  sober,  with  watchful 

eye,  and  thus 
Cry,  "  Holy,  holy,  holy  God,  have  mercy 

upon  us." 

3  That  day,  the  day  of  fear,  shall  come  ; 

my  soul  slack  not  thy  toil, 
But  light  thy  lamp,  and  feed  it  well,  and 

make  it  bright  with  oil ; 
Who  knowest  not  how  soon  may  sound 

the  cry  at  eventide, 
1 '  Behold  the  Bridegroom  comes.     Arise  ! 

Go  forth  to  meet  the  Bride." 

4  Beware,  my  soul,   take  thou  good  heed, 

lest  thou  in  slumber  lie, 
And,  like  the  five,  remain  without,  and 

knock,  and  vainly  cry  ; 
But  watch,  and  bear  thy  lamp  undimmed, 

and  Christ  shall  gird  thee  on 
His  own  bright  wedding-robe  of  light, 

the  glory  of  the  Son. 

Rev.  Gerard  Moultrie  (18^9 —         ).  1S6?.     AL 


502  THE   SECOND   COMING. 

£QQ  8.7.4. 

Www  Christ's  Second  Coming. 

i  Lo  !  He  comes,  with  clouds  descending, 
Once  for  favored  sinners  slain  ; 
Thousand  thousand  saints  attending 
Swell  the  triumph  of  His  train  : 

|| :  Hallelujah!  :|| 
God  appears,  on  earth  to  reign. 

2  Every  eye  shall  now  behold  Him, 

Robed  in  dreadful  majesty  ; 
Those  who  set  at  naught  and  sold  Him, 
Pierced  and  nailed  Him  to  the  tree, 

|| :  Deeply  wailing,  :|| 
Shall  the  true  Messiah  see. 

3  Now  redemption,  long  expected, 

See  in  solemn  pomp  appear : 
All  His  saints,  by  men  rejected, 
Now  shall  meet  Him  in  the  air : 

|| :  Hallelujah!  :|| 
See  the  day  of  God  appear. 

4  Yea,  amen  ;  let  all  adore  Thee, 

High  on  Thine  eternal  throne : 
Saviour,  take  the  power  and  glory  ; 
Claim  the  kingdom  for  Thine  own  : 

|| :  O  come  quickly,  :|| 
Hallelujah  !  come,  Lord,  come. 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley  (1708—1788),  1758.  V.  1.  2.  4 
Rev.  John  Cennick  (1717 — 1755),  1752.  V.  \. 
Rev.  Martin  Madan  (1726 — 1790),  1760.     Ab. 

7flfi  8,7.4. 

/  vU  "Surely  1  come  quickly." — Rev.  xxii.  20. 

I  O'ER  the  distant  mountains  breaking, 
Comes  the  reddening  dawn  of  day  ; 
Rise,  my  soul,  from  sleep  awaking, 


THE  JUDGMENT.  503 

Rise,  and  sing,  and  watch,  and  pray  : 

:  'Tis  thy  Saviour,  :|| 
On  His  bright,  returning  way. 

O  Thou  long-expected,  weary 
Waits  my  anxious  soul  for  Thee  ; 

Life  is  dark,  and  earth  is  dreary 
Where  Thy  light  I  do  not  see : 

|| :  O  my  Saviour,  :|| 
When  wilt  Thou  return  to  me? 

Nearer  is  my  soul's  salvation, 

Spent  the  night,  the  day  at  hand ; 

Keep  me  in  my  lowly  station, 
Watching  for  Thee,  till  I  stand, 

|| :  O  my  Saviour,  :|| 
In  Thy  bright  and  promised  land. 

With  my  lamp  well-trimmed  and  burning. 
Swift  to  hear,  and  slow  to  roam, 

Watching  for  Thy  glad  returning 
To  restore  me  to  my  home, 
|| :  Come,  my  Saviour,  :|| 
O  my  Saviour,  quickly  come. 

Rev   John  Samuel  Bewley  Monseli  C1811— 1875),  1865 


L.  M. 

Dies  irce,  dies  ilia. 


701 

i  That  day  of  wrath,  that  dreadful  day, 
When  heaven  and  earth  shall  pass  away, 
What  power  shall  be  the  sinner's  stay? 
How  shall  he  meet  that  dreadful  day  ? 

2  When,  shrivelling  like  a  parched  scroll. 
The  flaming  heavens  together  roll ; 
When  louder  yet.  and  yet  more  dread. 
Swells  the  high  trump  thatwakes  the  dead; 


504  THE  JUDGMENT. 

3  O  on  that  day,  that  wrathful  day, 

When  man  to  judgment  wakes  from  clay, 
Be  Thou  the  trembling  sinner's  stay, 
Though  heaven  and  earth  shall  pass  away. 

Thomas  of  Celano,  c.  1250 
Sir  Walter  Scott  (1771— 1832),  1805- 

709  C.  P.  M. 

i  \J  tmi  Death  and  Judgment  a7iticipated. 

i  O  God,  mine  inmost  soul  convert, 
And  deeply  on  my  thoughtful  heart 

Eternal  things  impress  ; 
Give  me  to  feel  their  solemn  weight, 
And  tremble  on  the  brink  of  fate, 

And  wake  to  righteousness. 

2  Before  me  place,  in  dread  array, 
The  pomp  of  that  tremendous  day, 

When  Thou  with  clouds  shalt  come 
To  judge  the  nations  at  Thy  bar  ; 
And  tell  me,  Lord,  shall  I  be  there 

To  meet  a  joyful  doom  ? 

3  Be  this  my  one  great  business  here, 
With  holy  trembling,  holy  fear, 

To  make  my  calling  sure, 
Thine  utmost  counsel  to  fulfil, 
And  suffer  all  Thy  righteous  will, 

And  to  the  end  endure. 

4  Then,  Saviour,  then  my  soul  receive, 
Transported  from  this  vale  to  live, 

And  reign  with  Thee  above, 
Where  faith  is  sweetly  lost  in  sight, 
And  hope  in  full,  supreme  delight, 

And  everlasting  love. 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley  (1708 — 1788),  1749.     Ab.  and  alt.  v.  3. 


703 


THE    NEW  JERUSALEM.  505 

C.  M.  51. 

"Jerusalem,  my  happy  Home." 

i  Jerusalem,  my  happy  home, 
Xame  ever  dear  to  me, 
When  shall  my  labors  have  an  end 
|| :  In  joy,  and  peace,  and  thee?  :|| 

2  When  shall  these  eyes  thy  heaven-built 

And  pearly  gates  behold  ;  [walls 

Thy  bulwarks  with  salvation  strong, 
||:  And  streets  of  shining  gold?  :|| 

3  O  when,  thou  city  of  my  God, 

Shall  I  Thy  courts  ascend, 
Where  congregations  ne'er  break  up, 
:  And  Sabbaths  have  no  end?  :|| 

4  There  happier  bowers  than  Eden's  bloom, 

Xor  sin  nor  sorrow  know  :  [scenes 

Blest   seats,    through   rude    and   stormy 
|| :  I  onward  press  to  you.  :|| 

5  Apostles,  martyrs,  prophets,  there, 

Around  my  Saviour  stand  ; 
And  soon  my  friends  in  Christ,  below. 
:  Will  join  the  glorious  band.  :|| 

5  Jerusalem,  my  happy  home, 
My  soul  still  pants  for  thee  : 
Then  shall  my  labors  have  an  end, 
:  When  I  thy  joys  shall  see.  :|| 

Unknown.     Williams  and  Boden's  Collection,  1801.     Ab. 

7fM  CM.  51. 

I  V "I  "O  Mother  dear,  Jerusalem." 

i   O  mother  dear,  Jerusalem, 
When  shall  I  come  to  thee? 
When  shall  my  sorrows  have  an  end  ? 
|| :  Thy  joys  when  shall  I  see  ? 


506  HKAVKN. 

2  O  happy  harbor  of  God's  saints, 

O  sweet  and  pleasant  soil ; 
In  thee  no  sorrow  can  be  found, 
|| :  Nor  grief,  nor  care,  nor  toil.  :|| 

3  No  dimming  cloud  o'ershadows  thee, 

Nor  gloom,  nor  darksome  night; 
But  every  soul  shines  as  the  sun, 
|| :  For  God  Himself  gives  light.  :|| 

4  Thy  walls  are  made  of  precious  stone, 

Thy  bulwarks  diamond-square, 
Thy  gates  are  all  of  orient  pearl : 
|| :  O  God,  if  I  were  there  !  :|| 

5  Right  through  thy  streets  with  pleasing 

The  flood  of  life  doth  flow,  [sound 

And  on  the  banks,  on  either  side, 
|| :  The  trees  of  life  do  grow.  :|| 

6  Those  trees  each  month  yield  ripened  fruit ; 

For  evermore  they  spring, 
And  all  the  nations  of  the  earth 
|| :  To  thee  their  honors  bring.  :|| 

7  O  mother  dear,  Jerusalem, 

When  shall  I  come  to  thee? 
When  shall  my  sorrows  have  an  end  ? 
|| :  Thy  joys  when  shall  I  see?  :|| 

Rev.  Francis  Haker (  ),  1616.     All. 

Rev.  David  Dickson  (1583—1663),  1649.     Ab 

/  U  0  "  Peace  ivitli  in . ' ' 

i  Ziox,  at  thy  shining  gates, 
Lo,  the  King  of  glory  waits ; 
Haste  thy  Monarch's  pomp  to  greet, 
Strew  thy  palms  before  His  feet. 


HEAVEN  507 

2  Christ,  for  Thee  their  triple  light. 
Faith,  and  hope,  and  love  unite  ; 
This  the  beacon  we  display, 

To  proclaim  Thine  advent  da}-. 

3  Come,  and  give  us  peace  within ; 
Loose  us  from  the  bonds  of  sin ; 
Give  us  grace  Thy  yoke  to  wear ; 
Give  us  strength  Thy  cross  to  bear. 

4  So,  when  Thou  shalt  come  again, 
Judge  of  angels  and  of  men, 

We,  with  all  Thy  saints,  shall  sing 
Hallelujahs  to  our  King. 

Rev.  Benjamin  Hall  Kennedy  (1804 —         ),  1863.     Ab 

7f\£  7.  6  8.  6.  D. 

/UU  The  Saints  ntarchin 

i  Tex  thousand  times  ten  thousand 

In  sparkling  raiment  bright. 
The  armies  of  the  ransomed  saints 

Throng  up  the  steeps  of  light : 
'Tis  finished,  all  is  finished, 

Their  fight  with  death  and  sin  : 
Fling  open  wide  the  golden  gates, 

And  let  the  victors  in. 

2  What  rush  of  hallelujahs 

Fills  all  the  earth  and  sky  ; 
What  ringing  of  a  thousand  harps 

Bespeaks  the  triumph  nigh. 
O  day,  for  which  creation 

And  all  its  tribes  were  made  : 
O  joy,  for  all  its  former  woes 

A  thousand  fold  repaid. 

3  O  then  what  raptured  greetings 

On  Canaan's  happy  shore  ; 


508  HEAVEN. 

What  knitting  severed  friendships  up, 
Where  partings  are  no  more. 

Then  eyes  with  joy  shall  sparkle, 
That  brimmed  with  tears  of  late : 

Orphans  no  longer  fatherless, 
Nor  widows  desolate. 

Rev.  Henry  Alford  (1810— 1871),  1866. 

7fi7  7D- 

JU  J  Heaven  in  Prospecl. — Rev.  vii.  9. 

i  Palms  of  glory,  raiment  bright, 

Crowns  that  never  fade  away, 
Gird  and  deck  the  saints  in  light, 

Priests,  and  kings,  and  conquerors  they. 
Yet  the  conquerors  bring  their  palms 

To  the  Lamb  amidst  the  throne, 
And  proclaim,  in  joyful  psalms, 

Victory  through  His  cross  alone. 

2  Kings  for  harps  their  crowns  resign, 

Crying,  as  they  strike  the  chords, 
"Take  the  kingdom,  it  is  Thine, 

King  of  kings,  and  Lord  of  lords." 
Round  the  altar,  priests  confess, 

If  their  robes  are  white  as  snow, 
'Twas  the  Saviour's  righteousness, 

And  His  blood,  that  made  them  so. 

3  Who  were  these? — On  earth  they  dwelt, 

Sinners  once  of  Adam's  race, 
Guilt,  and  fear,  and  suffering  felt, 

But  were  saved  by  sovereign  grace. 
They  were  mortal,  too,  like  us : 

Ah,  when  we,  like  them,  shall  die, 
May  our  souls,  translated  thus, 

Triumph,  reign,  and  shine  on  high. 

James  Montgomery  (1771 — 1854),  1820 


HEAVKN.  509 

I  UO  The  Song  of  the  Ransomed. — Rev.  v.  13. 

i  See  the  ransomed  millions  stand, 
Palms  of  conquest  in  their  hand ; 
This  before  the  throne  their  strain, 
<l  Hell  is  vanquished,  death  is  slain  ; 
Blessing,  honor,  glory,  might, 
Are  the  Conqueror's  native  right; 
Thrones  and  powers  before  Him  fall, 
Lamb  of  God,  and  Lord  of  all ! " 

2  Hasten,  Lord,  the  promised  hour ; 
Come  in  glory  and  in  power ; 
Still  Thy  foes  are  unsubdued  ; 
Nature  sighs  to  be  renewed. 
Time  has  nearly  reached  its  sum  ; 
All  things,  with  Thy  Bride,  say  ' '  Come ; ' ' 
Jesus,  whom  all  worlds  adore, 
Come,  and  reign  for  evermore. 

Josiah  Conder  (1789 — 1855),  1836. 


709  "Sa/e' Home." 

i  Safe  home,  safe  home  in  port ! 

Rent  cordage,  shattered  deck, 
Torn  sails,  provisions  short, 

And  only  not  a  wreck  : 
But,  O  !  the  joy  upon  the  shore 
To  tell  our  voyage-perils  o'er  ! 

2  No  more  the  foe  can  harm  : 
No  more  of  leaguered  camp, 
And  cry  of  night-alarm, 

And  need  of  ready  lamp : 
And  yet  how  nearly  had  he  failed, 
How  nearly  had  that  foe  prevailed ! 


5IO  HEAVEN. 

3  The  lamb  is  in  the  fold 

In  perfecl  safety  penned  : 
The  lion  once  had  hold, 

And  thought  to  make  an  end ; 
But  One  came  by  with  wounded  side, 
And  for  the  sheep  the  Shepherd  died. 

Joseph  of  the  Studium  (       —883), 
Rev.  John  Mason  Neale  (1818— 1866;,  1862.     Ab. 

m  A  C.  M    51. 

/JLU  "Sweet  Fields."1 

i  There  is  a  land  of  pure  delight, 
Where  saints  immortal  reign  ; 

|| :  Infinite  day  excludes  the  night,  :|| 
And  pleasures  banish  pain. 

2  There,  everlasting  spring  abides, 

And  never-withering  flowers : 

|| :  Death,  like  a  narrow  sea,  divides  :|| 

This  heavenly  land  from  ours. 

3  Sweet  fields,  beyond  the  swelling  flood, 

Stand  dressed  in  living  green  : 

|| : So  to  the  Jews  old  Canaan  stood,  :|| 

While  Jordan  rolled  between. 

4  But  timorous  mortals  start  and  shrink 

To  cross  this  narrow  sea, 
||:  And  linger,  shivering  on  the  brink,  :|| 
And  fear  to  launch  away. 

5  O  could  we  make  our  doubts  remove, 

Those  gloomy  doubts  that  rise, 
|| :  And  see  the  Canaan  that  we  love  :|| 
With  unbeclouded  eyes ; 

6  Could  we  but  climb  where  Moses  stood, 

And  view  the  landscape  o'er,  [flood,  :|| 
||:  Not  Jordan's   stream,    nor   death's   cold 
Should  fright  us  from  the  shore. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts  i'  1674-  -1 748),  1790. 


711 


HEAVEN.  511 

C.  M.51. 
The  Heavenly  Rest. 

i  There  is  an  hour  of  peaceful  rest 
To  mourning  wanderers  given  ; 
There  is  a  joy  for  souls  distressed, 
A  balm  for  every  wounded  breast : 
'Tis  found  above,  in  Heaven. 

2  There  is  a  home  for  weary  souls 

By  sin  and  sorrow  driven  ; 
When  tossed  on  life's  tempestuous  shoals. 
Where  storms  arise,  and  ocean  rolls, 

And  all  is  drear  but  Heaven. 

3  There,  faith  lifts  up  her  cheerful  eye, 

To  brighter  propects  given  ; 
And  views  the  tempest  passing  by, 
The  evening  shadows  quickly  fly, 

And  all  serene  in  Heaven. 

4  There,  fragrant  flowers,  immortal,  bloom, 

And  joys  supreme  are  given  ; 
There,  rays  divine  disperse  the  gloom  : 
Beyond  the  confines  of  the  tomb 

Appears  the  dawn  of  Heaven. 

Rev.  \Yilliam  Bingham  Tappan  (1794 — 1849),  1822,  1846.     Ab 


712 


7.  D. 
The  Song  0/  the  Sealed. — Rev.  vii.  9 — 16. 

What  are  these  in  bright  array, 

This  innumerable  throng, 
Round  the  altar,  night  and  day, 

Hymning  one  triumphant  song? 
"  Worthy  is  the  Lamb,  once  slain, 

Blessing,  honor,  glory,  power; 
Wisdom,  riches,  to  obtain, 

Xew  dominion  every  hour." 


512  THE   GOODLY    LAND. 

2  These  through  fiery  trials  trod ; 

These  from  great  afflictions  came ; 
Now,  before  the  throne  of  God, 

Sealed  with  His  almighty  Name  ; 
Clad  in  raiment  pure  and  white, 

Victor-palms  in  every  hand, 
Through  their  dear  Redeemer's  might, 

More  than  conquerors  they  stand. 

3  Hunger,  thirst,  disease,  unknown, 

On  immortal  fruits  they  feed  ; 
Them  the  Lamb  amidst  the  throne, 

Shall  to  living  fountains  lead  ; 
Joy  and  gladness  banish  sighs, 

Perfect  love  dispels  all  fear, 
And  forever  from  their  eyes 

God  shall  wipe  away  the  tear. 

James  Montgomery  (1771 — 1854),  1819,  i&<  3. 

PM  O  6.  6.  8.  4.  D. 

/  X  w  "The  goodly  La  nd. 

i  The  goodly  land  I  see, 

With  peace  and  plenty  blest ; 
A  land  of  sacred  liberty, 

And  endless  rest ; 
There  milk  and  honey  flow, 

And  oil  and  wine  abound, 
And  trees  of  life  forever  grow 

With  mercy  crowned. 

2  There  dwells  the  Lord,  our  King, 
The  Lord,  our  Righteousness : 

Triumphant  o'er  the  world  and  sin, 
The  Prince  of  Peace, 

On  Zion's  sacred  height, 

His  kingdom  still  maintains, 


THE   GOODLY   LAND.  513 

And  glorious,  with  His  saints  in  light, 
For  ever  reigns. 

3  Before  the  Saviour's  face 

The  ransomed  nations  bow, 
O'erwhelmed  at  His  almighty  grace, 

For  ever  new : 
He  shows  His  prints  of  love : 

They  kindle  to  a  flame, 
And  sound,  through  all  the  worlds  above, 

' '  The  slaughtered  Lamb  ! ' ' 

4  The  whole  triumphant  host 

Give  thanks  to  God  on  high  ; 
"Hail,  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost," 

They  ever  cry. 
Hail,  Abr'am's  God  and  mine  ! 

(I  join  the  heavenly  lays) 
All  might  and  majesty  are  Thine, 

And  endless  praise. 

Rev.  Thomas  Olivers  (1725 — 1799),  1770      Ab 

rf\A  6  6.  8.4   D. 

i  ATT   The  God  of  Abr' am  praised. — Ex.  in    6      Ps   cxlvi    2 

i  The  God  of  Abr1  am  praise, 

Who  reigns  enthroned  above ; 
Ancient  of  everlasting  days, 

And  God  of  love  : 
Jehovah,  Great  I  Am  ! 

By  earth  and  Heaven  confest : 
I  bow  and  bless  the  sacred  Name, 

For  ever  blest. 

2  The  God  of  Abr' am  praise, 
At  whose  supreme  command 
From  earth  I  rise,  and  seek  the  joys 
At  His  right  hand : 


514  THE   GREAT   MULTITUDE. 

I  all  on  earth  forsake, 

Its  wisdom,  fame,  and  power; 
And  Him  my  only  portion  make, 

My  Shield  and  Tower. 
3  He  by  Himself  hath  sworn, 

I  on  His  oath  depend  ; 
I  shall  on  eagles'  wTings  upborne 

To  Heaven  ascend ; 
I  shall  behold  His  face, 

I  shall  His  power  adore, 
And  sing  the  wonders  of  His  grace 

For  evermore. 

Rev   Thomas  Olivers  (1725 — 1799),  1770      Ab 
I  lw    The  Ahdtitude  before  the  Throne. — Rev.  iv.  6;  vii.  9. 

i  Hark,  the  sound  of  holy  voices, 

Chanting  at  the  crystal  sea, 
Hallelujah,  hallelujah, 

Hallelujah!  Lord,  to  Thee. 
Multitude,  which  none  can  number, 

Like  the  stars  in  glory  stand, 
Clothed  in  white  apparel,  holding 

Palms  of  victory  in  their  hand. 

2  They  have  come  from  tribulation, 

And  have  washed  their  robes  in  blood, 
Washed  them  in  the  blood  of  Jesus ; 

Tried  they  were,  and  firm  the}-  stood. 
Gladly,  Lord,  with  Thee  they  suffered, 

Gladly,  Lord,  with  Thee  they  died  ; 
And  by  death  to  life  immortal 

They  were  born,  and  glorified. 

3  Now  they  reign  in  heavenly  glory, 

Now  they  walk  in  golden  light, 
Now  they  drink,  as  from  a  river, 


716 


EARTH    AND    HEAVEN.  515 

Holy  bliss  and  infinite. 
Love  and  peace  they  taste  forever, 

And  all  truth  and'  knowledge  see 
In  the  beatific  vision 

Of  the  Blessed  Trinity. 

Bp.  Christopher  Wordsworth  (1807 — 1885),  1863.     Ab. 
"horn  riozissima." 

i  The  world  is  very  evil, 

The  times  are  waxing  late ; 
Be  sober  and  keep  vigil, 

The  Judge  is  at  the  gate  ; 
The  Judge  that  comes  in  mercy, 

The  Judge  that  comes  with  might, 
To  terminate  the  evil, 

To  diadem  the  right. 

2  Arise,  arise,  good  Christian, 

Let  right  to  wrong  succeed  ; 
Let  penitential  sorrow 

To  heavenly  gladness  lead  ; 
To  light  that  hath  no  evening, 

That  knows  no  moon  nor  sun, 
The  light  so  new  and  golden, 

The  light  that  is  but  one. 

3  O  Home  of  fadeless  splendor, 

Of  flowers  that  fear  no  thorn, 
Where  they  shall  dwell  as  children 

Who  here  as  exiles  mourn. 
'Midst  power  that  knows  no  limit, 

Where  wisdom  has  no  bound, 
The  beatific  vision 

Shall  glad  the  saints  around. 

Bernard  of  Cluny.  c.  114- 
Tr.by  Rev    John  Mason  Xeale  (1818 — 1866),  1858.     Ab.  andsl.  alt. 


5l6  EARTH   AND    HEAVEN. 

71  17  7.  6.  D. 

i  ±  i  "  O  bona  Patria." 

i  For  thee,  O  dear,  dear  country, 

Mine  eyes  their  vigils  keep ; 
For  very  love,  beholding 

Thy  happy  name,  they  weep. 
The  mention  of  thy  glory 

Is  unction  to  the  breast, 
And  medicine  in  sickness, 

And  love,  and  life,  and  rest. 

2  O  one,  O  only  mansion, 

O  paradise  of  joy, 
Where  tears  are  ever  banished, 

And  smiles  have  no  alloy ; 
The  Lamb  is  all  thy  splendor, 

The  Crucified  thy  praise ; 
His  laud  and  benediction 

Thy  ransomed  people  rise. 
• 

3  With  jasper  glow  thy  bulwarks, 

Thy  streets  with  emerald  blaze  ; 
The  sardius  and  the  topaz 

Unite  in  thee  their  rays  ; 
Thine  ageless  walls  are  bonded 

With  amethyst  unpriced  ; 
The  saints  built  up  its  fabric, 

And  the  Corner-stone  is  Christ. 

4  Thou  hast  no  shore,  fair  ocean  ; 

Thou  hast  no  time,  bright  day: 
Dear  fountain  of  refreshment 

To  pilgrims  far  away. 
Upon  the  Rock  of  Ages 

They  raise  thy  holy  tower ; 


EARTH    AND    HEAVEN.  517 

Thine  is  the  victor's  laurel. 
And  thine  the  golden  dower. 

Bernard  of  Clunv,  c.  1145. 
Tr.  by  Rev.  John  Mason  Xeale  (1818— 1866),  1851.    Alt. 

71  Q  7.  6.  D. 

/  1 0  "  Urbs  Syon  aurea," 

i  Jerusalem,  the  golden, 

With  milk  and  honey  blest, 
Beneath  thy  contemplation 

Sink  heart  and  voice  opprest : 
I  know  not,  O  I  know  not, 

What  social  joys  are  there  ; 
What  radiancy  cf  glory, 

What  light  beyond  compare. 

2  They  stand,  those  halls  of  Zion, 

All  jubilant  with  song, 
And  bright  with  many  an  angel, 

And  all  the  martyr  throng : 
The  Prince  is  ever  in  them, 

The  daylight  is  serene  ; 
The  pasture  of  the  blessed 

Are  decked  in  glorious  sheen, 

3  There  is  the  throne  of  David  ; 

And  there,  from  care  released, 
The  shout  of  them  that  triumph, 

The  song  of  them  that  feast ; 
And  they  who,  with  their  Leader, 

Have  conquered  in  the  fight, 
Forever,  and  forever. 

Are  clad  in  robes  of  white. 

Bernard  of  Cluny,  c.  1145. 
Tr.  by  Rev.  John  Mason  Xeale,  1751 .     Alt 


518  EARTH   AND    HEAVEN. 

/  ±ij  "Hie  breve  vivitur.' 

i   Brief  life  is  here  our  portion  ; 

Brief  sorrow,  short-lived  care  ; 
The  life  that  knows  no  ending, 

The  tearless  life,  is  there. 
O  happy  retribution : 

Short  toil,  eternal  rest; 
For  mortals  and  for  sinners 

A  mansion  with  the  blest. 

2  And  now  we  fight  the  battle, 

But  then  shall  wear  the  crown 
Of  full  and  everlasting 

And  passionless  renown. 
But  He  whom  now  we  trust  in 

Shall  then  be  seen  and  known  ; 
And  they  that  know  and  see  Him 

Shall  have  Him  for  their  own. 

3  The  morning  shall  awaken, 

The  shadows  shall  decay, 
And  each  true-hearted  servant 

Shall  shine  as  doth  the  day. 
There  God  our  King  and  Portion, 

In  fulness  of  His  grace, 
Shall  we  behold  forever, 

And  worship  face  to  face. 

Bernard  of  Cluny,  c.  1145. 
Tr.  by  Rev.  John  Mason  Neale  (1818— 1866),  1851.     Alt. 

7«  A  7.  6.  D. 

I  hi  V      Genera/  Ending  of  the  Jour  preceding  Hymns. 

i  O  SWEET  and  blessed  country, 
The  home  of  God's  elecl, 
O  sweet  and  blessed  country 
That  eager  hearts  expe<5t : 


721 


BEYOND   THE   STARS.  519 

Jesus,  in  mercy  bring  us 
To  that  dear  land  of  rest ; 

Who  art  with  God  the  Father, 
And  Spirit,  ever  blest. 

Bernard  of  Cluny,  c.  1145. 
Tr.  by  Rev.  John  Mason  Neale,  1851. 


6.  D. 

The  Rest  that  remameth. 

There  is  a  blessed  home 

Beyond  this  land  of  woe, 
Where  trials  never  come, 

Nor  tears  of  sorrow  flow  ; 
Where  faith  is  lost  in  sight, 

And  patient  hope  is  crowned, 
And  everlasting  light 

Its  glory  throws  around. 

There  is  a  land  of  peace, 

Good  angels  know  it  well ; 
Glad  songs  that  never  cease 

Within  its  portals  swell ; 
Around  its  glorious  throne 

Ten  thousand  saints  adore 
Christ,  with  the  Father  One 

And  Spirit,  evermore. 

O  joy  all  joys  be3*ond, 

To  see  the  Lamb  who  died, 
And  count  each  sacred  wound 

In  hands,  and  feet,  and  side ; 
To  give  to  Him  the  praise 

Of  every  triumph  won, 
And  sing,  through  endless  days, 

The  great  things  He  hath  done. 


520  BKYOND  THE   STARS. 

4  IyOok  up,  ye  saints  of  God, 

Nor  fear  to  tread  below 
The  path  your  Saviour  trod 

Of  daily  toil  and  woe  ; 
Wait  but  a  little  while 

In  uncomplaining  love, 
His  own  most  gracious  smile 

Shall  welcome  you  above. 

Rev.  Sir  Henry  Williams  Baker  (1821— 1877),  1861. 

7««  P.  M. 

I  »j_  Paradise. 

i  O  Paradisk  !  O  Paradise  ! 

Who  doth  not  crave  for  rest  ? 
Who  would  not  seek  the  happy  land 
Where  they  that  loved  are  blest? 

Where  loyal  hearts  and  true 
Stand  ever  in  the  light, 

All  rapture  through  and  through, 
In  God's  most  holy  sight? 

2  O  Paradise  !  O  Paradise  ! 

The  world  is  growing  old  ; 
Who  would  not  be  at  rest  and  free 
Where  love  is  never  cold  ? — Cho. 

3  O  Paradise  !  O  Paradise  ! 

'Tis  weary  waiting  here  ; 
I  long  to  be  where  Jesus  is, 
To  feel,  to  see  Him  near ; — Cho. 

4  O  Paradise  !  O  Paradise  ! 

I  want  to  sin  no  more, 
I  want  to  be  as  pure  on  earth 

As  on  Thy  spotless  shore  ; — Cho. 


BEYOND   THE   STARS.  52 1 

5  O  Paradise  !  O  Paradise  ! 

I  greatly  long  to  see 
The  special  place  my  dearest  Lord 
In  love  prepares  for  me  ; — Cho. 

6  Lord  Jesus,  King  of  Paradise, 

O  keep  me  in  Thy  love, 
And  guide  me  to  that  happy  land 
Of  perfect  rest  above  ; — Cho. 

Rev.  Frederick  William  Faber  (1814— 1863),  1854.     Ab.  and  alt. 


7«Q  7.  6.  D. 

i  tziQ  "Saints  of  the  most  High." 

i  From  all  Thy  saints  in  warfare, 

For  all  Thy  saints  at  rest, 
To  Thee,  O  blessed  Jesus, 

All  praises  be  addressed  : 
Thou,  Lord,  didst  win  the  battle 

That  they  might  conquerors  be ; 
Their  crowns  of  living  glory 

Are  lit  with  rays  from  Thee. 

2  Apostles,  prophets,  martyrs, 

And  all  the  sacred  throng, 
Who  wear  the  spotless  raiment, 

Who  raise  the  ceaseless  song  ; 
For  these  passed  on  before  us, 

Saviour,  we  Thee  adore, 
And  walking  in  their  footsteps, 

Would  serve  Thee  more  and  more. 

3  Then  praise  we  God  the  Father, 

And  praise  we  God  the  Son, 
And  God  the  Holy  Spirit, 
Eternal  Three  in  One  ; 


522  BEYOND   THE   STAKS. 

Till  all  the  ransomed  number 
Fall  down  before  the  throne, 

And  honor,  power,  and  glory 
Ascribe  to  God  alone. 

Earl  Horatios  Nelson  (1823—        ),  1867.     Ab, 


HO  A.  L-  M- 

i  uHk  For  New  Year's  Day.— Vs.  lxv.  11. 

i  Eternal  Source  of  every  joy, 
Well  may  Thy  praise  our  lips  employ, 
While  in  Thy  temple  we  appear, 
Whose  goodness  crowns  the  circling  year. 

2  Wide  as  the  wheels  of  nature  roll, 

Thy  hand  supports  and  guides  the  whole; 
The  sun  is  taught  by  Thee  to  rise, 
And  darkness  when  to  veil  the  skies. 

3  The  flowery  spring,  at  Thy  command, 
Perfumes  the  air  and  paints  the  land ; 
The  summer  rays  with  vigor  shine, 
To  raise  the  corn  and  cheer  the  vine. 

4  Thy  hand  in  autumn  richly  pours 
Through  all  our  coasts  redundant  stores; 
And  winters,  softened  by  Thy  care, 

No  more  a  face  of  horror  wear. 

5  Seasons,  and  months,  and  weeks,  and  days, 
Demand  successive  songs  of  praise  ; 
And  be  the  grateful  homage  paid, 
With  morning  light  and  evening  shade. 

6  Here  in  Thy  house  let  incense  rise, 
And  circling  Sabbaths  bless  our  eyes  ; 
Till  to  those  lofty  heights  we  soar, 
Where  days  and  years  revolve  no  more. 

Rev.  Philip  Doddridge  (1702 — 1851),  1755.     Ab.  and  alt 


THE    NEW   YEAR.  523 

p?«r  l.  m. 

1  talW  Help  obtained  of  God. — Acts  xxvi.  22. 

i  Great  God,  we  sing  that  mighty  hand 
By  which  supported  still  we  stand  : 
The  opening  year  Thy  mercy  shows ; 
Let  mercy  crown  it  till  it  close. 

2  By  day,  by  night,  at  home,  abroad, 
Still  we  are  guided  by  our  God ; 
By  His  incessant  bounty  fed, 

By  His  unerring  counsel  led. 

3  With  grateful  hearts  the  past  we  own ; 
The  future,  all  to  us  unknown, 

We  to  Thy  guardian  care  commit, 
And  peaceful  leave  before  Thy  feet. 

4  In  scenes  exalted  or  deprest, 

Be  Thou  our  joy,  and  Thou  our  rest; 
Thy  goodness  all  our  hopes  shall  raise, 
Adorned  through  all  our  changing  days. 

Rev.  Philip  Doddridge,  1755.     Ab.  and  alt. 

TJt)£  6.  6.  4.  6.  6.  6.  4. 

I  ta^O  Thanksgiving  for  Ha7vest. 

i  The  God  of  harvest  praise, 
In  loud  thanksgivings,  raise 

Hand,  heart,  and  voice; 
The  valleys  laugh  and  sing, 
Forests  and  mountains  ring, 
The  plains  their  tribute  bring, 

The  streams  rejoice. 
2  Yea,  bless  His  holy  Name, 
And  joyous  thanks  proclaim 

Through  all  the  earth  ; 
To  glory  in  your  lot 
Is  comely  ;  but  be  not 
God's  benefits  forgot 

Amidst  your  mirth. 


524  THE   OLD   YEAR. 

3  The  God  of  harvest  praise ; 
Hands,  hearts,  and  voices  raise 

With  one  accord ; 
From  field  to  garner  throng, 
Bearing  your  sheaves  along, 
And  in  your  harvest  song 

Bless  ye  the  Lord. 

James  Montgomery  (1771 — 1854),  1822.     Ab.  and  alt. 
727  The  New  Year, 

i  While  with  ceaseless  course  the  sun 

Hasted  through  the  former  year, 
Many  souls  their  race  have  run, 

Nevermore  to  meet  us  here  : 
Fixed  in  an  eternal  state, 

They  have  done  with  all  below ; 
We  a  little  longer  wait, 

But  how  little,  none  can  know. 

2  As  the  winged  arrow  flies 

Speedily  the  mark  to  find  ; 
As  the  lightning  from  the  skies 

Darts  and  leaves  no  trace  behind  ; 
Swiftly  thus  our  fleeting  days 

Bear  us  down  life's  rapid  stream  : 
Upward,  Lord,  our  spirits  raise, 

All  below  is  but  a  dream. 

3  Thanks  for  mercies  past  receive  ; 

Pardon  of  our  sins  renew ; 
Teach  us  henceforth  how  to  live 

With  eternity  in  view  : 
Bless  Thy  word  to  young  and  old ; 

Fill  us  with  a  Saviour's  love ; 
And  when  life's  short  tale  is  told, 

May  we  dwell  with  Thee  above. 

Rev.  John  Newton  (1725—1807),  1779. 


THE   NEW   YEAR.  525 

/  &Q  For  New  Year 's  Eve. 

i  For  Thy  mercy  and  Thy  grace, 

Faithful  through  another  year, 
Hear  our  songs  of  thankfulness, 

Father  and  Redeemer,  hear. 
In  our  weakness  and  distress, 

Rock  of  strength,  be  Thou  our  Stay  ; 
In  the  pathless  wilderness 

Be  our  true  and  living  Way. 

2  Who  of  us  death's  awful  road 

In  the  coming  year  shall  tread  ? 
With  Thy  rod  and  staff,  O  God, 

Comfort  Thou  his  dying  bed. 
Keep  us  faithful,  keep  us  pure, 

Keep  us  evermore  Thine  own  ; 
Help  Thy  servants  to  endure, 

Fit  us  "for  the  promised  crown. 

Rev.  Henry  Downton  (1818 —         ),  1839.     Ab. 

PfftQ  5.  5.  5.12.  D. 

/  Ul\J  New  Year  s  Day. 

i  Come,  let  us  anew 
Our  journey  pursue, 
Roll  round  with  the  year,      [pear. 
And  never  stand  still  till  the  Master  ap- 
His  adorable  will 
Let  us  gladly  fulfil, 
And  our  talents  improve 
|| :  By  the  patience  of  hope,  and  the  labor 
of  love.  :|| 

2  Our  life  is  a  dream, 
Our  time,  as  a  stream, 
Glides  swiftly  away, 
And  the  fugitive  moment  refuses  to  stay. 


526  LIFE  AND   DEATH. 

The  arrow  is  flown, 
The  moment  is  gone, 
The  millennial  year 
i I:  Rushes   on   to   our  view,  and  eternity's 
here.  :|| 

3  O  that  each  in  the  day 
Of  His  coming  might  say, 
"  I  have  fought  my  way  through, 
* '  I  have  finished  the  work  Thou  didst  give 
me  to  do." 
O  that  each  from  his  Lord 
May  receive  the  glad  word, 
"Well  and  faithfully  done, 
|j:  "Enter  into  My  joy,  and  sit  down  on  My 
throne."  :|| 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley  (1708— 1788),  1705. 


730 


P.  M. 

' Life passeth  soon. 


Days  and  moments  quickly  flying 

Speed  us  onward  to  the  dead  ; 
O  how  soon  shall  we  be  lying 

Each  within  his  narrow  bed ! 
Jesus,  merciful  Redeemer, 

Rouse  dead  souls  to  hear  Thy  voice ; 
Wake,  O  wake  each  idle  dreamer 

Now  to  make  th'  eternal  choice. 

Life  passeth  soon  :  death  draweth  near  : 
Keep    us,    good    Lord,    till     Thou 
appear : 

With  Thee  to  live,  with  Thee  to  die, 
With  Thee  to  reign  through  eternity. 


LIFE    AND    DEATH.  527 

As  a  shadow  life  is  fleeting ; 
As  a  vapor  so  it  flies ; 

For  the  old  year  now  retreating- 
Pardon  grant  and  make  us  wise ; 

Soon  before  the  Judge  all-glorious 
We  with  all  the  dead  shall  stand ; 

Saviour  over  death  victorious, 

Place  us  then  on  Thy  right  hand .  — Ref  . 

Rev.  Edward  - 


731 


7. 
Thanksgiving. — Ps.  lxv. 

i   Praise  to  God,  immortal  praise, 
For  the  love  that  crowns  our  days  ! 
Bounteous  Source  of  ever}'  joy, 
Let  Thy  praise  our  tongues  employ. 

2  For  the  blessings  of  the  field, 
For  the  stores  the  gardens  yield  ; 
For  the  fruits  in  full  supply, 
Ripened  'neath  the  summer  sky  ; 

3  Flocks  that  whiten  all  the  plain  : 
Yellow  sheaves  of  ripened  grain  ; 
Clouds  that  drop  their  fattening  dews ; 
Suns  that  temperate  warmth  diffuse ; 

4  All  that  spring  with  bounteous  hand 
Scatters  o'er  the  smiling  land  ; 

All  that  liberal  autumn  pours 
From  her  rich  o'erflowing  stores: 

5  These  to  Thee,  my  God.  we  owe. 
Source  whence  all  our  blessings  flow  ; 
And  for  these  my  soul  shall  raise 
Grateful  vows  and  solemn  praise. 

Mrs.  Anna  Laetitu  \  .  —  .   .       1773.     A"^.  v 


528  OCCASIONAL. 

r?00  C.  M.D. 

/  Ofel  The  revolving  Seasons. — Ps.  cxlvii. 

i  With  songs  and  honors  sounding  loud, 

Address  the  Lord  on  high : 
Over  the  heavens  He  spreads  His  cloud, 

And  waters  veil  the  sky. 
He  sends  His  showers  of  blessings  down, 

To  cheer  the  plains  below  ; 
He  makes  the  grass  the  mountains  crown, 

And  corn  in  valleys  grow. 

2  His  steady  counsels  change  the  face 

Of  the  declining  year  ; 
He  bids  the  sun  cut  short  his  race, 

And  wintry  days  appear. 
His  hoary  frost,  His  fleecy  snow, 

Descend  and  clothe  the  ground ; 
The  liquid  streams  forbear  to  flow, 

In  icy  fetters  bound. 

3  He  sends  His  word  and  melts  the  snow, 

The  fields  no  longer  mourn  ; 
He  calls  the  warmer  gales  to  blow, 

And  bids  the  spring  return. 
The  changing  wind,  the  flying  cloud, 

Obey  His  mighty  word  : 
With  songs  and  honors,  sounding  loud, 

Praise  ye  the  sovereign  Lord. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts  (1674 — 1748),  1719.  Aij. 

WOO  C.  M.  D. 

/  00  "  The  Voice  of  Praise."— Ps.  lxvi. 

i  Lift  up  to  God  the  voice  of  praise, 
Whose  breath  our  souls  inspired ; 

Loud,  and  more  loud,  the  anthem  raise, 
With  grateful  ardor  fired. 

Lift  up  to  God  the  voice  of  praise. 
Whose  goodness,  passing  thought, 


OCCASIONAL.  529 

Loads  every  moment,  as  it  flies, 

With  benefits  unsought. 
2  Lift  up  to  God  the  voice  of  praise, 

From  whom  salvation  flows  ; 
Who  sent  His  Son  our  souls  to  save 

From  everlasting  woes. 
Lift  up  to  God  the  voice  of  praise, 

For  hope's  transporting  ray,       [death, 
Which  lights,  through  darkest  shades  of 

To  realms  of  endless  day. 

Rev.  Ralph  Wardlaw  (1779—1853),  1803.     Ah. 

TQA  C.  M. 

I  OTT       God's  Dealings  with  our  Fathers, — Ps.  xliv. 

i  O  Lord,  our  fathers  oft  have  told, 
In  our  attentive  ears, 
Thy  wonders  in  their  days  performed, 
|| :  And  elder  times  than  theirs.  :|| 

2  For  not  their  courage,  not  their  sword, 

To  them  salvation  gave ; 
Nor  strength  that  from  unequal  force 
|| :  Their  fainting  troops  could  save.  :|| 

3  But  Thy  right  hand  and  powerful  arm, 

Whose  succor  they  implored  ; 
Thy  presence  with  the  chosen  race, 
|| :  Who  Thy  great  Name  adored.  :|| 

4  As  Thee  their  God  our  fathers  owned, 

Thou  art  our  sovereign  King : 
O  therefore,  as  Thou  didst  to  them, 
|| :  To  us  deliverance  bring.  :|| 

5  To  Thee  the  triumph  we  ascribe, 

From  whom  the  conquest  came ; 
In  God  we  will  rejoice  all  day, 
]| :  And  ever  bless  Thy  Name.  :|| 

Tale  and  Brady,  i6c6.     Ab.  and  alt 


530  OCCASIONAL. 

f7Qr  C.  M. 

I  WW  Tke  Story  handed  down. — Ps.  lxxviii. 

i   LET  children  hear  the  mighty  deeds, 
Which  God  performed  of  old ; 
Which  in  our  younger  years  we  saw, 
And  which  our  fathers  told. 

2  He  bids  us  make  His  glories  known, 

His  works  of  power  and  grace ; 
And  we'll  convey  His  wonders  down 
Through  every  rising  race. 

3  Our  lips  shall  tell  them  to  our  sons, 

And  they  again  to  theirs, 
That  generations  yet  unborn 
May  teach  them  to  their  heirs. 

4  Thus  shall  they  learn,  in  God  alone 

Their  hope  securely  stands  ; 
That  they  may  ne'er  forget  His  works, 
But  praclise  His  commands. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts  (1674 — 1748),  1719. 

FfO£  11.  10.  44.  9. 

/  wO  Prayer  for  Peace. 

i  God,  the  All-Terrible,  King  who  ordainest 

Thunder   Thy  clarion,   and  lightning 

Thy  sword  ;  [reignest ; 

Show  forth  Thy  pity  on  high  where  Thou 

Give  to  us  peace  in  our  time,  O  Lord. 

2  God,  the  Omnipotent,  Mighty  Avenger, 

Watching  invisible,  judging  unheard; 
Save  us  in  mercy,  O  save  us  from  danger ; 
Give  to  us  peace  in  our  time,  O  Lord. 

3  God  the  All-Merciful,  earth  hath  forsaken 

Thy  ways  all  holy,  and  slighted  Thy 
word. 


OCCASIONAL.  53I 

Let  not  Thy  wrath  in  its  terror  awaken ; 
Give  to  us  pardon  and  peace,  O  Lord. 
4  So   will  Thy  people,  with  thankful  de- 
votion, [and  sword, 
Praise  Him  who  saved  them  from  peril 
Shouting  in  chorus,  from  ocean  to  ocean, 
Peace  to  the  nations,  and  praise  to  the 
Lord. 

Henry  Fothergill  Chorley  (1808— 1872), 

P7Q7  8.  S.  8.  6. 

I  J  /  Prayer  for  ProteSlion. 

i  From  foes  that  would  the  land  devour ; 
From  guilty  pride,  and  lust  of  power ; 
From  wild  sedition's  lawless  hour; 
From  yoke  ol  slavery  ; 

2  From  blinded  zeal,  by  faclion  led ; 
From  giddy  change,  by  fancy  bred  ; 
From  poisoned  error's  serpent  head, 

Good  Lord,  preserve  us  free. 

3  Defend,  O  God,  with  guardian  hand, 
The  laws  and  rulers  of  our  land, 

And  grant  Thy  churches  grace  to  stand 
In  faith  and  unity. 

4  Thy  Spirit's  help  of  Thee  we  crave, 
That  Thy  Messiah,  sent  to  save, 
Returning  to  the  world,  might  have 

A  people,  serving  Thee. 

Bp.  Reginald  Heber  (1783— 1826),  1827.     Alt. 

noo  6.7,6. 

/  00  "Nun  danket  alle  Gott." 

i  Now  thank  we  all  our  God,  • 

With  heart,  and  hands,  and  voices, 
Who  wondrous  things  hath  done, 
In  whom  this  world  rejoices ; 


532  OCCASIONAL. 

Who  from  our  mother's  arms 
Hath  blessed  us  on  our  way 

With  countless  gifts  of  love, 
And  still  is  ours  to-day. 

2  O  may  this  bounteous  God 

Through  all  our  life  be  near  us, 
With  ever  joyful  hearts 

And  blessed  peace  to  cheer  us ; 
And  keep  us  in  His  grace, 

And  guide  us  when  perplext, 
And  free  us  from  all  ills 

In  this  world  and  the  next. 

Rev.  Martin  Rinkart  (1586 — 1649),  l^>44- 
Tr.  by  Miss  Catherine  Winkworth  (1829 — 1878),  1858.     Ab. 


r7QQ  6.7,6. 

i  &yj  "//err  Gctt,  wir  dan  ken  Dir." 

i  Lord  God,  we  worship  Thee : 

In  loud  and  happy  chorus 
We  praise  Thy  love  and  power, 

Whose  goodness  reigneth  o'er  us. 
To  heaven  our  song  shall  soar, 

For  ever  shall  it  be 
Resounding  o'er  and  o'er, 

Lord  God,  we  worship  Thee. 

2  Lord  God,  we  worship  Thee  : 

For  Thou  our  land  defehdest ; 
Thou  pourest  down  Thy  grace, 

And  strife  and  war  Thou  endest. 
Since  golden  peace,  O  Lord, 

Thou  grantest  us  to  see, 
Our  land  with  one  accord, 

Lord  God,  gives  thanks  to  Thee. 


OCCASIONAL.  533 

Lord  God,  we  worship  Thee  : 

Thou  didst  indeed  chastise  us, 
Yet  still  Thy  anger  spares, 

And  still  Thy  mercy  tries  us. 
Once  more  our  Father's  hand 

Doth  bid  our  sorrows  flee, 
And  peace  rejoice  our  land ; 

Lord  God,  we  worship  Thee. 

Johann  Frank  (1618 — 1677),  1835. 
Tr.  by  Miss  Catherine  Winkworth,  1862.     Ab. 


7A0  L- M- 

i  "T  \J  Forefathers'  Day. 

i  O  God,  beneath  Thy  guiding  hand, 
Our  exiled  fathers  crossed  the  sea ; 
And  when  they  trod  the  wintry  strand, 
With  prayer  and  psalm  they  worshipped 
Thee. 

2  Thou  heard' st,  well  pleased,  the  song,  the 

prayer : 
Thy  blessing  came,  and  still  its  power 
Shall  onward  through  all  ages  bear 
The  memory  of  that  holy  hour. 

3  Laws,  freedom,  truth,  and  faith  in  God 

Came  with  those  exiles  o'er  the  waves; 
And  where  their  pilgrim  feet  have  trod, 
The   God   they   trusted   guards    their 
graves. 

4  And  here  Thy  Name,  O  God  of  love, 

Their  children's  children  shall  adore, 
Till  these  eternal  hills  remove, 

And  spring  adorns  the  earth  no  more. 

Rev.  Leonard  Bacon  (.1802—1880).  1838    1S45.     Ab. 


534  OCCASIONAL. 

7A1  6-  5-  D- 

I  Tl  -4  Summer  Song. 

i  Summer  suns  are  glowing 

Over  land  and  sea  ; 
Happy  light  is  flowing, 

Bountiful  and  free. 
Everything  rejoices 

In  the  mellow  rays  ; 
All  earth's  thousand  voices 

Swell  the  psalm  of  praise. 

2  God's  free  mercy  streameth 

Over  all  the  world, 
And  His  banner  gleameth, 

Everywhere  unfurled. 
Broad  and  deep  and  glorious, 

As  the  heaven  above, 
Shines  in  might  victorious 

His  eternal  love. 

3  Iyord,  upon  our  blindness, 

Thy  pure  radiance  pour ; 
For  Thy  loving-kindness 

Makes  us  love  Thee  more. 
And  when  clouds  are  drifting 

Dark  across  cur  sky, 
Then,  the  vail  uplifting, 

Father,  be  Thou  nigh. 

4  We  will  never  doubt  Thee, 

Though  Thou  vail  Thy  light ; 
Life  is  dark  without  Thee, 

Death  with  Thee  is  bright. 
Light  of  light,  shine  o'er  us 

On  our  pilgrim  way, 


occasional.  535 

Go  Thou  still  before  us 
To  the  endless  day. 

Bp.  William  Walsham  How  (1823—        ), 

7/1  a  7.  d. 

i^4l  Harvest  Hymn. 

i  Come,  ye  thankful  people,  come. 
Raise  the  song  of  Harvest-home : 
All  is  safely  gathered  in, 
Ere  the  winter  storms  begin  ; 
God,  our  Maker,  doth  provide 
For  our  wants  to  be  supplied : 
Come  to  God's  own  temple,  come, 
Raise  the  song  of  Harvest-home. 

2  All  the  world  is  God's  own  field, 
Fruit  unto  His  praise  to  yield ; 
Wheat  and  tares  together  sown, 
Unto  joy  or  sorrow  grown  ; 
First  the  blade,  and  then  the  ear. 
Then  the  full  corn  shall  appear : 
Lord  of  Harvest,  grant  that  we 

\\  nolesome  grain  and  pure  may  be. 

3  For  the  Lord  our  God  shall  come. 
And  shall  take  His  harvest  home  ; 
From  His  field  shall  in  that  day 
All  offences  purge  away ; 

Give  His  angels  charge  at  last 
In  the  fire  the  tares  to  cast ; 
But  the  fruitful  ears  to  store 
In  His  garner  evermore. 

4  Even  so.  Lord,  quickly  come 
To  Thy  final  Harvest-home  ; 
Gather  Thou  Thy  people  in, 
Free  from  sorrow,  free  from  sin  : 


53^  OCCASIONAL 

There,  forever  purified, 
In  Thy  presence  to  abide  : 
Come,  with  all  Thine  angels,  come, 
Raise  the  glorious  Harvest-home. 

Rev.  Henry  Alford  (1810—1871),  1845 

!JAO  7.  D. 

I    x  Q  Thanksgiving  or  Fast. 

i  Christ,  by  heavenly  hosts  adored, 
Gracious,  mighty,  sovereign  Lord, 
God  of  nations,  King  of  kings, 
Head  of  all  created  things, 
By  the  Church  with  joy  confest, 
God  o'er  all  forever  blest ; 
Pleading  at  Thy  throne  we  stand, 
Save  Thy  people,  bless  our  land. 

2  On  our  fields  of  grass  and  grain 
Drop,  O  Lord,  the  kindly  rain  ; 
O'er  our  wide  and  goodly  land 
Crown  the  labors  of  each  hand ; 
Let  Thy  kind  protection  be 
O'er  our  commerce  on  the  sea  ; 
Open,  Lord,  Thy  bounteous  hand, 
Bless  Thy  people,  bless  our  land. 

3  Let  our  rulers  ever  be 

Men  that  love  and  honor  Thee  ; 
Let  the  powers  by  Thee  ordained, 
Be  in  righteousness  maintained  ; 
In  the  people's  hearts  increase 
Love  of  piety  and  peace ; 
Thus,  united  we  shall  stand 
One  wide,  free,  and  happy  land. 

Rev.  Henry  Harbaugh  (1818—1867),  i860.     Ab.  and  alt. 


744 


OCCASIONAL.  537 

6.  6.  4.  6.  6.  6.4. 
"J/y  Country." 

My  country,  'tis  of  thee, 
Sweet  land'  of  liberty, 

Of  thee  I  sing  ; 
Land  where  my  fathers  died, 
Land  of  the  pilgrim's  pride, 
From  every  mountain  side 

Let  freedom  ring. 


2  My  native  country,  thee, 
Land  of  the  noble,  free, 

Thy  name  I  love  ; 
I  love  thy  rocks  and  rills, 
Thy  woods  and  templed  hills 
My  heart  with  rapture  thrills 

Like  that  above. 

3  Let  music  swell  the  breeze, 
And  ring  from  all  the  trees 

Sweet  freedom's  song: 
Let  mortal  tongues  awake, 
Let  all  that  breathe  partake, 
Let  rocks  their  silence  break, 

The  sound  prolong. 


Our  fathers'  God,  to  Thee, 
Author  of  liberty, 

To  Thee  we  sing  ; 
Long  may  our  land  be  bright 
With  freedom's  holy  light ; 
Protect  us  by  Thy  might, 

Great  God,  our  King. 

Rev.  Samuel  Francis  Smith  u8o8 —         ),  1832 


538  OCCASIONAL. 


745 


6.  6.  4.  6.  6.  6.  4. 
"  God  save  the  State." 

God  bless  our  native  land : 
Firm  may  she  ever  stand, 

Through  storm  and  night ; 
When  the  wild  tempests  rave, 
Ruler  of  wind  and  wave, 
Do  Thou  our  country  save 

By  Thy  great  might. 

For  her  our  prayer  shall  rise 
To  God,  above  the  skies; 

On  Him  we  wait ; 
Thou  who  art  ever  nigh, 
Guarding  with  watchful  eye, 
To  Thee  aloud  we  cry, 

God  save  the  State. 

Rev.  Charles  Timothy  Brooks  (1813— 1883),  1835 
Alt.  hy  Rev.  John  Sullivan  Dwight  (1813—         ),  1844. 


S.  M.  D. 
The  Landing  of  the  Pilgrims. 


746 

1  Thk  breaking  waves  dashed  high, 

On  a  stern  and  rock-bound  coast, 
And  the  woods  against  a  stormy  sky 

Their  giant  branches  tossed  ; 
And  the  heavy  night  hung  dark 

The  hills  and  waters  o'er, 
When  a  band  of  exiles  moored  their  bark 

On  the  wild  New  England  shore. 


'<-. 


2  Not  as  the  conqueror  comes, 
They,  the  true-hearted,  came ; 
Not  with  the  roll  of  the  stirring  drums, 
And  the  trumpet  that  sings  of  fame  ; 


occasional.  539 

Not  as  the  flying  come, 

In  silence  and  in  fear : — 
They  shook  the  depths  of  the  desert  gloom 

With  their  hymns  of  lofty  cheer. 

Amidst  the  storm  the}'  sang, 

And  the  stars  heard,  and  the  sea  ; 
And  the  sounding  aisles  of  the  dim  woods 
rang 

To  the  anthem  of  the  free. 
The  ocean  eagle  soared 

From  his  nest  by  the  white  wave's  foam. 
And    the    rocking    pines   of    the   forest 
roared — 

This  was  their  welcome  home  ! 

What  sought  they  thus  afar  ? 

Bright  jewels  of  the  mine? 
The  wealth  of  seas,  the  spoils  of  war? 

They  sought  a  faith's  pure  shrine  ! 
Ay,  call  it  holy  ground, 

The  soil  where  first  they  trod  ! 
They  have  left  unstained  what  there  they 
found — 

Freedom  to  worship  God. 

Mrs.  Felicia  Dorothea  Hemans  (1794 — 1835), 


54° 


DOXOLOGIES. 


1  C.  M. 

To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

The  God  whom  we  adore, 
Be  glory,  as  it  was,  is  now, 

And  shall  be  evermore. 

Tate  and  Brady,  1696. 

2  S.  M. 

To  God  the  Father,  Son, 

And  Spirit,  One  and  Three, 
Be  glory,  as  it  was,  is  now, 

And  shall  forever  be. 

Rev.  John  Wesley  (1703 — 1791),  1741. 

3  L.  M. 

Praisk  God,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow; 
Praise  Him,  all  creatures  here  below  ; 
Praise  Him  above,  ye  heavenly  host ; 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 

Bp.  Thomas  Ken  (1637 — 171 1),  1697 

4  L.M. 

To  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 
And  God  the  Spirit,  Three  in  One, 
Be  honor,  praise,  and  glory  given, 
By  all  on  earth,  and  all  in  Heaven. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts  (1674—1748),  1709 

5  L.  M.  61. 

To  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 
And  God  the  Spirit,  Three  in  One, 
Be  honor,  praise,  and  glory  given, 
By  all  on  earth,  and  all  in  Heaven  ; 
As  was  through  ages  heretofore, 
Is  now,  and  shall  be  evermore. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts,  1709.      First  4  lines 


DOXOLOGIES.  541 

6  C.  P.  M. 

To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

The  God  whom  Heaven's  triumphant  host 

And  saints  on  earth  adore  ; 
Be  glory  as  in  ages  past, 
As  now  it  is,  and  so  shall  last, 

When  time  shall  be  no  more. 

Tate  and  Brady,  1696.     Alt. 

7  L.  P.  M. 

Xow  to  the  great  and  sacred  Three, 
The  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit,  be 

Eternal  praise  and  glory  given, 
Through   all    the    worlds    where   God    is 

known, 
By  all  the  angels  near  the  throne, 
And  all  the  saints  in  earth  and  Heaven. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts,  1719- 

8  H.  M. 

O  God,  for  ever  blest. 

To  Thee  all  praise  be  given  ; 
Thy  Name  Triune  confest 

By  all  in  earth  and  Heaven ; 
As  heretofore  it  was,  is  now, 

And  shall  be  so  for  evermore. 

Rev.  Edward  Henry  Bickersteth  (1825 —         ),  1870 

9  8.7. 

Praise  the  Father,  earth  and  Heaven, 
Praise  the  Son,  the  Spirit  praise, 

As  it  was,  and  is,  be  given 
Glory  through  eternal  days. 

Unknown  Author,  1827 


542  DOXOI.OGIES. 

10  8.7.D. 

Worship,  honor,  glory,  blessing, 

Lord,  we  offer  to  Thy  Name  : 
Young  and  old  their  praise  expressing, 

Join  Thy  goodness  to  proclaim. 
As  the  saints  in  Heaven  adore  Thee, 

We  would  bow  before  Thy  throne ; 
As  the  angels  serve  before  Thee, 

So  on  earth  Thy  will  be  done  ! 

Edward  Osier  (1798—1863),  1836. 

11  8,7.4. 

Glory  be  to  God  the  Father, 

Glory  be  to  God  the  Son, 
Glory  be  to  God  the  Spirit, 

Great  Jehovah,  Three  in  One  : 
Glory,  glory, 

While  eternal  ages  run. 

Rev.  Horatius  Bonar  (1808—         ),  1866. 

12  7,  6.  D. 

Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

One  God  whom  we  adore, 
Join  we  with  the  heavenly  host, 

To  praise  Thee  evermore  : 
Live,  by  Heaven  and  earth  adored, 

Three  in  One,  and  One  in  Three, 
Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord, 

All  glorv  be  to  Thee. 

'Rev.  Charles  Wesley  (1708—1788),  1746.     Alt. 

13 

Sing  we  to  our  God  above 
Praise  eternal  as  His  love : 
Praise  Him,  all  ye  heavenly  host, 
Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley,  17.10. 


doxologies.  543 

14  7.61. 

Praise  the  Name,  of  God  most  high, 
Praise  Him,  all  below  the  sky, 
Praise  Him,  all  ye  heavenly  host, 
Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost; 
As  through  countless  ages  past, 
Evermore  His  praise  shall  last. 

Unknown  Author,  1827 

15  7.61. 

God  the  Father,  God  of  grace, 
Saviour,  born  of  mortal  race, 
Comforter,  our  Life  and  Light, 
One  in  essence,  love  and  might  ; 
Thee  whom  all  in  Heaven  adore, 
We  would  worship  evermore. 

Rev    Ray  Palmer  (1808—         ),  1873. 

16  7.  D. 

Praise  our  glorious  King  and  Lord, 
Angels  waiting  on  His  word, 
Saints  that  walk  with  Him  in  white, 
Pilgrims  walking  in  His  light : 
Glory  to  the  Eternal  One, 
Glory  to  His  Only  Son, 
Glory  to  the  Spirit  be 
Now,  and  through  eternity. 

Rev.  Alexander  Ramsay  Thompson  (1822 —         ),  1869. 

17  a,  4. 

To  the  great  One  in  Three 
The  highest  praises  be, 

Hence  evermore ; 
His  sovereign  majesty 
May  we  in  glory  see, 
And  to  eternity 

Love  and  adore.  Rev.  Charles  Wesley,  i757. 


544  DOXOI,OGIES. 

18  6,4. 

To  God  the  Father,  Son, 
And  Spirit,  Three  in  One, 

All  praise  be  given  : 
Crown  Him  in  every  song  ; 
To  Him  yonr  hearts  belong 
Let  all  His  praise  prolong 

On  earth,  in  Heaven. 

Rev.  Edwin  Francis  Hatfield  (1807— 1883),  1843. 

19 

Aee  praise  and  glory  to  the  Father  be 
And  Son  and  Spirit,  undivided  Three, 
As  hath  been  alway,  shall  be,  and  is  now, 
To  Thee,  O  God,  the  everlasting  Thou. 

Bp.  Edward  Henry  Bickersteth  (1825 —         ),  1870. 
20  10,11. 

Ale  glory  to  God,  the  Father  and  Son, 
And  Spirit  of  grace,  the  great  Three  in 

One; 
Let  highest  ascriptions  forever  be  given 
By    all   the    creation    on    earth    and    in 

Heaven. 

Rippon's  Col)ec~lion,  1778. 

21 

O  Father  Almighty,  to  Thee  be  addrest, 
With    Christ    and    the   Spirit,  One  God 

ever  blest, 
All  glory  and  worship,  from  earth  and 

from  Heaven, 
As  was,  and  is  now,   and  shall  ever  be 

given. 

Unknown  Author 


INDEX  OF  FIRST  LINES. 


HYMS 

A  charge  to  keep  I  have 426 

A  few  more  years  shall  roll 678 

A  glory  gilds  the  sacred  page ,    .  287 

A  might}'  Fortress  is  our  God 435 

Abide  with  me,  fast  falls  the  eventide    .    .    .  55 

According  to  Thy  gracious  word 587 

Again  our  earthly  cares  we  leave 90 

Again  returns  the  day  of  holy  rest 62 

Again  the  Lord  of  life  and  light 72 

Alas  !  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed 198 

All  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name 241 

All  people  that  on  earth  do  dwell 102 

All  praise  to  Thee,  eternal  Lord 163 

All  praise  to  Thee,  my  God,  this  night    ...  40 

All  unseen  the  Master  walketh  . 540 

Alleluia!  alleluia!    Hearts  to  heaven  .    .    .    .  219 

Alleluia,  sing  to  Jesus 255 

Almighty  God,  to-night 38 

Always  with  us,  always  with  us 256 

Am  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross 430 

Angels,  from  the  realms  of  glory 169 

Another  six  days'  work  is  done 78 

Approach,  my  soul,  the  menw-seat 320 

Arise,  my  soul,  arise 340 

Arise,  O  King  of  grace,  arise 613 

Arm  of  the  Lord,  awake,  awake 632 

Ann  these  Thy  soldiers,  mighty  Lord  ....  424 

Art  thou  weary,  art  thou  languid 306 

As  pants  the  hart  for  cooling  streams  ....  489 

As  the  sun  doth  daily  rise 15 

As  with  gladness  men  of  old 171 

Ask  ye  what  great  thing  I  know      384 

Asleep  in  Jesus,  blessed  sleep 6S0 

(  54-5  I 


546  INDEX    OF    FIRST   LINES. 

HYMN 

Assembled  at  Thy  great  command 623 

At  even  ere  the  sun  was  set 57 

At  the  door  of  mercy  sighing 347 

At  the  Lamb's  high  feast  we  sing 584 

Awake,  and  sing  the  song 353 

Awake,  awake,  O  Zion 660 

Awake,  awake,  put  on  Thy  strength    ....  641 

Awake,  my  soul,  and  with  the  sun 39 

Awake,  my  soul,  in  joyful  lays 354 

Awake,  my  soul,  stretch  every  nerve  ....  431 

Before  Jehovah's  awful  throne 101 

Behold,  a  Stranger  at  the  door 311 

Behold,  the  Bridgroom  cometh 698 

Behold  the  glories  of  the  Lamb 238 

Behold  the  Lamb 575 

Behold,  the  Mountain  of  the  Lord 656 

Behold  the  Saviour  of  mankind 200 

Behold,  the  shade  of  night  is  now  receding  .  551 

Behold  the  throne  of  grace 31 

Behold,  what  wondrous  grace 571 

Behold,  where,  in  a  mortal  form 178 

Beyond,  beyond  that  boundless  sea 140 

Bless,  O  my  soul,  the  living  God 107 

Blessed  are  the  sons  of  God 388 

Blessed  Saviour,  Thee  I  love 358 

Blest  be  the  tie  that  binds 597 

Blest  day  of  God,  most  calm,  most  bright  .    .  70 

Blest  morning,  whose  young  dawning  rays    .  73 

Blow  ye  the  trumpet,  blow 298 

Bread  of  Heaven,  on  Thee  I  feed 574 

Bread  of  the  world,  in  mercy  broken  ....  580 

Breast  the  wave,  Christian 412 

Brief  life  is  here  our  portion 719 

Bright  was  the  guiding  star  that  led    ....  175 

Brightest  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the  morning  161 

Brightly  gleams  our  banner 416 

Brightness  of  the  Father's  glory 174 

Brother,  though  from  yonder  sky 688 

By  cool  Siloam'9  shady  rill 563 


INDEX   OF   FIRST   LINES.  547 

HYMN' 

Cael  Jehovah  thy  salvation 10 

Calm  me,  my  God,  and  keep  me  calm     .    .    .  465 

Calm  on  the  listening  ear  of  night 155 

Cast  thy  burden  on  the  Lord 514 

Children  of  the  heavenly  King 389 

Christ,  above  all  glory  seated 254 

Christ,  by  heavenly  hosts  adored 743 

Christ  for  the  world  we  sing 642 

Christ  is  made  the  sure  Foundation      ....  614 

Christ  is  our  Corner-stone 610 

Christ,  of  all  my  hopes  the  ground 357 

Christ,  the  Lord,  is  risen  to-day 216 

Christ  to  Heaven  is  gone  before 225 

Christ,  whose  glory  fills  the  skies 68 

Christian,  dost  thou  see  them 419 

Christian,  seek  not  yet  repose 428 

Cling  to  the  Mighty  One      449 

Come,  all  ye  faithful      153 

Come,  dearest  Lord,  descend  and  dwell  ...  29 

Come,  Holy  Ghost,  in  love 2S1 

Come,  Holy  Ghost,  our  souls  inspire   ....  271 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  come 275 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  Heavenly  Dove 265 

Come,  Kingdom  of  our  God' 607 

Come,  let  us  anew 729 

Come,  let  us  join  in  songs  of  praise     ....  240 

Come,  let  us  join  our  cheerful  songs  ....  236 

Come,  let  us  lift  our  joyful  eyes 239 

Come,  let  us  sing  the  song  of  songs    ....  259 

Come,  my  soul,  thy  suit  prepare 24 

Come,  O  Creator,  Spirit  blest 264 

Come,  O  Thou  Traveller  unknown 360 

Come,  said  Jesus'  sacred  voice 313 

Come,  see  the  place  where  Jesus  lies  ....  208 

Come,  Thou  Almighty  King 21 

Come,  Thou  Fount  of  every  blessing  ....  350 

Come,  Thou  long-expected  Jesus 173 

Come  unto  me  when  shadows  darkly  ....  304 

Come,  we  that  love  the  Lord 34 

Come,  ye  disconsolate,  where'er  ye 303 


548  INDEX   OF    FIRST    LINES. 

HYMV 

Come,  ye  faithful,  raise  the  anthem    .    .    .    .  257 

Come,  ye  sinners,  poor  and  wretched  ....  305 

Come,  ye  thankful  people,  come 742 

Commit  thou  all  thy  griefs 503 

Crown  Him  with  many  crowns 223 

Daughter  of  Zion,  awake  from  thy  sadness  652 

Daughter  of  Zion,  from  the  dust 653 

Day  divine,  when  sudden  streaming    ....  145 

Days  and  moments  quickly  flying 730 

Dayspring  of  eternity 5 

Dear  Jesus,  ever  at  my  side 557 

Dear  Lord  and  Master  mine 341 

Dear  Saviour,  I  am  Thine 570 

Dearest  of  all  the  names  above 243 

Depth  of  mercy,  can  there  be 325 

Did  Christ  o'er  sinners  weep 316 

Dismiss  us  with  Thy  blessing,  Lord     ....  579 

Do  not  I  love  Thee,  O  my  Lord 363 

Earth  blooms  afresh  in  joyous  dyes  .    .    .    .  214 

Enthroned  on  high,  Almighty  Lord    ....  283 

Ere  the  waning  light  decay 550 

Eternal  Source  of  every  joy 724 

Eternal  Spirit,  we  confess 266 

Ever  would  I  fain  be  reading      .......  555 

Every  morning  mercies  new 541 

Exalt  the  Lord  our  God S9 

Fading,  still  fading,  the  last  beam 59 

Faint  not,  Christian,  though  the  road      ...  391 

Fairest   Lord  Jesus 368 

Far  down  the  ages  now 608 

Far  from  my  heavenly  home 673 

Far  from  the  world,  O  Lord,  I  flee 521 

Father,  by 'Thy  love  and  power 60 

Father,  I  know  that  all  my  life 469 

Father  of  Heaven,  whose  love  profound    .    .  109 

Father  of  Love,  our  God  and  Friend  ....  490 

Father  of  mercies,  in  Thy  house 620 


INDEX    OF    FIRST    LINES.  549 

HYMN 

Father,  Thine  Elect  who  lovest 144 

Father,  whate'er  of  earthly  bliss 463 

Fear  not,  O  little  flock,  the  foe 456 

Fear  not,  poor,  weary  one 493 

Fierce  was  the  wild  billow 448 

Fight  the  good  fight  with  all  thy  might  .    .    .  420 

Fling  out  the  banner  !  let  it  float 624 

For  all  the  saints  who  from  their  labors  rest  .  596 

For  all  Thy  saints,  O  Lord 600 

For  ever  with  the  Lord 674 

For  the  mercies  of  the  day 23 

For  thee,  O  dear,  dear  country 717 

For  Thy  mercy  and  Thy  grace 728 

Forth  from  the  dark  and  stormy  sky    ....  100 

Forth  to  the  Land  of  Promise  bound  ....  403 

Forward  be  our  watchword 417 

From  all  that  dwell  below  the  skies 103 

From  all  Thy  saints  in  warfare 723 

From  every  stormy  wind  that  blows    .    .    .    .  518 

From  foes  that  would  the  land  devour    ...  737 

From  Greenland's  icy  mountains 627 

From  the  cross  the  blood  is  falling 196 

From  the  cross  uplifted  high 299 

From  the  vast  and  veiled  throng 123 

Gently,  Lord,  O  gently  lead  us 398 

Give  me  the  wings  of  faith,  to  rise 590 

Give  thanks  to  God;  He  reigns  above    ...  113 

Give  to  our  God  immortal  praise 112 

Give  to  the  winds  thy  fears 502 

Glorious  things  of  thee  are  spoken 603 

Glory  to  God  on  high 229 

Go  forward,  Christian  soldier 432 

Go,  labor  on,  spend  and  be  spent 528 

Go,  preach  My  gospel,  saith  the  Lord     ...  618 

Go  to  dark  Gethsemane 191 

Go,  ye  messengers  of  God 646 

God  bless  our  native  land 745 

God  calling  yet !  shall  I  not  hear 319 

God  eternal,  Lord  of  all 121 


550  INDEX   OF   FIRST   LINES. 

HYMN 

God  in  His  earthly  temple  lays 97 

God  in  the  gospel  of  His  Son 294 

God  is  love  !  His  mercy  brightens 12 

God  is  the  Refuge  of  His  saints 460 

God  moves  in  a  mysterious  way 466 

God  of  mercy,  God  of  grace 14 

God,  that  madest  earth  and  heaven 549 

God,  the  All-terrible 736 

Good  news  from  Heaven  the  angels  bring      .  165 

Grace,  'tis  a  charming  sound 352 

Gracious  Spirit,  Dove  divine 272 

Gracious  Spirit,  dwell  with  me 282 

Gracious  Spirit,  Holy  Ghost 268 

Granted  is  the  Saviour's  prayer 274 

Great  Father  of  each  perfect  gift 279 

Great  God,  how  infinite  art  Thou 131 

Great  God,  the  nations  of  the  earth    ....  643 

Great  God,  we  sing  that  mighty  hand    .    .    .  725 

Great  God,  who  hid  from  mortal  sight    ...  77 

Great  is  the  Lord  our  God 606 

Guide  me,  O  Thou  great  Jehovah 399 

Haie,  my  ever-blessed  Jesus 365 

Hail  the  day  that  sees  Him  rise 224 

Hail,  Thou  God  of  grace  and  glory 602 

Hail,  thou  once-despised  Jesus 252 

Hail  to  the  brightness  of  Zion's  glad  morning  651 

Hail  to  the  Lord's  Anointed 628 

Hallelujah,  raise,  O  raise 117 

Happy  the  man  who  knows 534 

Happy  the  souls  to  Jesus  joined 592 

Hark,  hark,  my  soul ;  angelic  songs    ....  595 

Hark,  my  soul,  it  is  the  Lord 498 

Hark,  the  glad  sound,  the  Saviour 149 

Hark,  the  herald  angels  sing 151 

Hark  !  the  loud  celestial  hymn 49 

Hark,  the  song  of  jubilee 648 

Hark,  the  sound  of  holy  voices 715 

Hark!  what  mean  those  holy  voices    ....  172 

Hark,  what  mean  those  lamentations  ....  650 


LNDEX    OF    FIRST   LIXKS.  55 1 

HYMN 

Hasten,  Lord,  the  glorious  time 647 

He  comes  in  blood-stained  garments    ....  661 

He  dies,  the  Friend  of  sinners  dies 221 

He  has  come,  the  Christ  of  God 152 

He  is  coming,  He  is  coming 692 

He  is  gone  !  and  we  remain 226 

He  lives,  the  everlasting  God 462 

Hear  my  prayer,  O  heavenly  Father    ....  46 

Here  I  can  firmly  rest 374 

High  in  the  heavens,  eternal  God 105 

Holy  Bible,  book  divine 290 

Holy  Ghost,  dispel  our  sadness 284 

Holy  Ghost,  the  Infinite 267 

Holy  Ghost,  with  light  divine 273 

Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord,  Be  Thy 120 

Holy,  holy,  holy,  Lord  God  Almighty     ...  1 

Holy,  holy,  holy,  Lord  God  of  Hosts  ....  17 

Holy  Spirit,  Lord  of  light 285 

Hosanna  to  the  living  Lord 6 

How  beauteous  are  their  feet 605 

How  beauteous  on  the  mountains 631 

How  beauteous  were  the  marks  divine    ...  182 

How  blest  the  righteous  when  he  dies    .    .    .  6S1 

How  calm  and  beautiful  the  morn 215 

How  charming  is  the  place 85 

How  did  my  heart  rejoice  to  hear 80 

How  firm  a  foundation,  ye  saints  of  the    .    .  497 

How  gentle  God's  commands 500 

How  heavy  is  the  night 349 

How  pleasant,  how  divinely  fair 96 

How  pleased  and  blest  was  I 95 

How  precious  is  the  book  divine 288 

How  sweet  and  awful  is  the  place 586 

How  sweet,  how  heavenly,  is  the  sight    .    .    .  593 

How  sweet  the  name  of  jesus  sounds  ....  371 

I  bless  the  Christ  of  God 348 

I  bring  my  sins  to  Thee 335 

I  heard  the  voice  of  Jesus  say 339 

I  know  no  life  divided 472 


552  INDEX   OF   FIRST   EINES. 

HYMN 

I  know  that  my  Redeemer  lives 218 

I'll  praise  my  Maker  with  my  breath  ....  122 

I  love  Thy  kingdom,  Lord 599 

I  love  to  steal  a  while  away 524 

I'm  not  ashamed  to  own  my  Lord 447 

I  need  Thee,  precious  Jesus 509 

I  saw  One  hanging  on  the  tree 203 

I  say  to  all  men,  far  and  near 211 

I  see  the  crowd  in  Pilate's  hall 202 

I've  found  the  pearl  of  greatest  price  ....  344 

I  will  love  Thee,  all  my  treasure 351 

I  worship  Thee,  sweet  Will  of  God 464 

I  would  not  live  alway 675 

If  human  kindness  meets  return 585 

If,  through  unruffled  seas 501 

In  all  my  vast  concerns  with  Thee 139 

In  heavenly  love  abiding 471 

In  stature  grows  the  Heavenly  Child   ....  177 

In  the  cross  of  Christ  I  glory 441 

In  the  dark  and  cloudy  day 516 

In  the  hour  of  trial 671 

In  Thy  name,  O  Lord,  assembling 18 

Infinite  excellence  is  Thine 237 

It  came  upon  the  midnight  clear 154 

Jehovah,  God,  Thy  gracious  power    ....  134 

Jerusalem,  my  happy  home 703 

Jerusalem,  the  golden 718 

Jesus,  and  shall  it  ever  be 439 

Jesus  calls  us ;  o'er  the  tumult 443 

Jesus  came,  the  Heavens  adoring 170 

Jesus  comes,  His  conflict  over 230 

Jesus,  full  of  truth  and  love 326 

Jesus,  I  live  to  Thee 367 

Jesus,  I  love  Thy  charming  name 364 

Jesus,  I  my  cross  have  taken 444 

Jesus  is  the  name  we  treasure 375 

Jesus  lives !  no  longer  now 245 

Jesus,  Lord  of  life  eternal 258 

Jesus,  Lover  of  my  soul 450 

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INDEX    OF    FIRST    LINES.  553 

HYMN 

Jesus,  my  heart  within  me  burns 543 

Jesus,  my  Lord,  my  God,  my  All 576 

Jesus,  my  Strength,  my  Hope 495 

Jesus,  Name  all  names  above 328 

Jesus,  one  word  from  Thee 496 

Jesus  shall  reign  where'er  the  sun 622 

Jesus,  still  lead  on 395 

Jesus,  Sun  of  righteousness 342 

Jesus,  the  very  thought  of  Thee 361 

Jesus,  these  eyes  have  never  seen 369 

Jesus,  Thine  all-victorious  love 482 

Jesus,  Thou  Joy  of  loving  hearts 578 

Jesus,  Thy  blood  and  righteousness 331 

Jesus,  Thy  Name  I  love * .  382 

Jesus,  where'er  Thy  people  meet 27 

Jesus,  who  can  be 396 

Join  all  the  glorious  names 336 

Joy  to  the  world,  the  Lord  is  come 158 

Just  as  I  am,  without  one  plea 330 

Keep  silence,  all  created  things 136 

Kingdoms  and  thrones  to  God  belong     .    .    .  11 1 

Laden  with  guilt  and  full  of  fears 289 

Lamb  of  God,  to  Thee  we  cry 222 

Lamb  of  God,  whose  bleeding  love 572 

Lead,  kindly  Light,  amid  the  encircling     .    .  407 

Lead  us,  heavenly  Father,  lead  us 392 

Let  children  hear  the  mighty  deeds 735 

Let  everlasting  glories  crown 295 

Let  saints  below  in  concert  sing 591 

Let  us,  with  a  gladsome  mind 114 

Let  Zion  and  her  sons  rejoice 655 

Lift  up  to  God  the  voice  of  praise 733 

Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  gates  of  brass  ....  657 

Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  mighty  gates    ....  168 

Light  of  light,  enlighten  me 4 

Light  of  the  lonely  pilgrim's  heart 406 

Light  of  those  whose  dreary  dwelling    ...  270 

Little  travellers  Zionward 562 


554  INDEX   OF   FIRST   LINES. 

HYMN 

Lo,  God  is  here  :  let  us  adore 30 

Lo,  He  comes,  with  clouds  descending   .    .    .  699 

Long  hath  the  night  of  sorrow  reigned  .    .    .  488 

Look  from  Thy  sphere  of  endless  day    .    .    .  634 

Look,  ye  saints,  the  sight  is  glorious  ....  234 

Lord,  as  to  Thy  dear  cross  we  flee 446 

Lord,  dismiss  us  with  Thy  blessing,  Bid  .    .    .  146 

Lord,  dismiss  us  with  Thy  blessing,  Fill  ...  19 

Lord  God  of  morning  and  of  night 545 

Lord  God,  the  Holy  Ghost 276 

Lord  God,  we  worship  Thee 739 

Lord,  I  am  Thine,  entirely  Thine 567 

Lord,  I  know  Thy  grace  is  nigh  me     ....  346 

Lord,  in  the  morning  Thou  shalt  hear     .    .    ,  81 

Lord,  in  this  sacred  hour 88 

Lord,  in  this  Thy  mercy's  day 286 

Lord,  it  belongs  not  to  my  care 687 

Lord  Jesus,  by  Thy  passion 510 

Lord  Jesus  Christ,  my  Life,  my  Light  ....  695 

Lord,  lead  the  way  the  Saviour  went  ....  532 

Lord  of  all  being,  throned  afar 106 

Lord  of  all  power  and  might 637 

Lord  of  glory,  who  hast  bought  us 537 

Lord  of  hosts,  to  Thee  we  raise 611 

Lord  of  mercy  and  of  might 515 

Lord  of  the  worlds  above 66 

Lord,  Thou  art  my  Rock  of  strength  ....  452 

Lord,  Thou  hast  searched  and  seen  me  ...  128 

Lord,  we  come  before  Thee  now 22 

Lord,  when  we  bend  before  Thy  throne  ...  92 

Lord,  who  didst  bless  Thy  chosen  band  .    .    .  617 

Lord,  with  glowing  heart  I'd  praise  Thee  .    .  366 

Lord  Divine,  all  love  excelling 269 

Lowly  and  solemn  be 682 

Majestic  sweetness  sits  enthroned 343 

March,  march  onward,  soldiers  true     ....  437 

Master,  Lord,  to  Thee  we  cry 227 

"Mercy,  O  Thou  Son  of  David" 345 

Messiah,  at  Thy  glad  approach 157 


INDEX   OF   FIRST   UNES.  555 

HYMN' 

'Mid  evening  shadows  let  us  all 552 

'Mid  scenes  of  confusion  and  creature     ...  69 

Millions  within  Thy  courts  have  met  ....  98 

More  love  to  Thee,  O  Christ    . 481 

Morn's  roseate  hues  have  decked  the  sky  .    .  2  [3 

Must  Jesus  bear  the  cross  alone 445 

My  country,  'tis  of  thee 744 

My  dear  Redeemer,  and  my  Lord 180 

My  faith  looks  up  to  Thee 381 

My  feet  are  worn  and  weary  with  the  .    .    .    .  413 

My  God  and  Father,  while  I  stray 508 

My  God,  how  endless  is  Thy  Love 544 

My  God,  how  wonderful  Thou  art 132 

My  God,  I  love  Thee  :  not  because 362 

My  God,  in  whom  are  all  the  springs  .    .    .    .  127 

My  God,  my  Portion,  and  my  Love 467 

My  God,  the  Spring  of  all  my  joys 479 

My  gracious  Lord,  I  own  Thy  right      ....  527 

My  Jesus,  as  Thou  wilt 505 

My  Lord,  how  full  of  sweet  content     ....  58 

My  Lord,  my  Love,  was  crucified 71 

My  soul,  be  on  thy  guard 425 

My  soul  doth  magnify  the  Lord 280 

My  soul,  repeat  His  praise 142 

My  soul,  weigh  not  thy  life 427 

My  spirit  longs  for  Thee 506 

My  spirit  on  Thy  care 504 


Near  the  cross  was  Mary  weeping 195 

Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee 480 

New  every  morning  is  the  love 542 

No  track  is  on  the  sunny  sky 262 

Not  all  the  blood  of  beasts 205 

Now  God  be  with  us,  for  the  night  is  ...    .  54 

Now  thank  we  all  our  God 738 

Now  that  the  sun  is  gleaming  bright   ....  548 

Now  the  day  is  over 50 

Now  to  the  Lord  who  makes  us  know     .    .    .  249 

Now  when  the  dusky  shades  of  night      ...  48 


556  INDEX   OF    FIRST   LINES. 

HYMN 

O  BREAD  to  pilgrims  given      588 

0  cease,  my  wandering  soul 309 

O  Christ,  our  King,  Creator,  Lord 250 

O  Christ,  uplifted  to  the  sky 248 

O  city  of  the  Lord,  begin 134 

O  come  and  mourn  with  me  a  while    ....  201 

O  come,  loud  anthems  let  us  sing 74 

O  come  to  the  merciful  Saviour  that    ....  297 

O  could  I  speak  the  matchless  worth   ....  386 

O  day  of  rest  and  gladness 63 

O  deem  not  they  are  blest  alone 459 

O'er  the  distant  mountains  breaking    ....  700 

O'er  the  gloomy  hills  of  darkness 640 

O'erwhelmed  in  depths  of  woe 204 

O  for  a  closer  walk  with  God 487 

O  for  a  heart  to  praise  my  God 485 

O  for  a  thousand  tongues  to  sing 378 

O  for  the  death  of  those 669 

O  gift  of  gifts  !  O  grace  of  faith 376 

O  God,  beneath  Thy  guiding  hand 740 

O  God,  mine  inmost  soul  convert 702 

O  God  of  Bethel,  by  whose  hand      402 

O  God,  our  God,  Thou  shinest  here 644 

O  God,  our  help  in  ages  past 133 

O  God,  who  metest  in  Thy  hand 663 

O  happy  band  of  pilgrims 397 

O  happy  day  that  fixed  my  choice 566 

O  Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord      8 

O  Jesus  Christ,  grow  Thou  in  me 372 

O  Jesus,  ever  present 511 

O  Jesus,  King  most  wonderful 377 

O  Jesus,  Lord  of  light  and  grace 41 

O  Jesus,  sweet  the  tears  I  shed 199 

O  Jesus,  Thou  art  standing 300 

O  Jesus,  Thou  the  beauty  art 370 

O  Lord,  how  good,  how  great  art  Thou  ...  156 

O  Lord,  how  happy  is  the  time 383 

O  Lord,  how  happy  we  should  be 457 

O  Lord  of  heaven  and  earth  and  sea    ....  526 

O  Lord,  our  fathers  oft  have  told 734 


INDEX   OF   FIRST   LINES.  557 

HYMN 

O  Lord,  turn  not  Thy  face  from  me      ....  321 

O  Lord,  when  we  the  path  retrace 186 

O  Love  divine,  how  sweet  Thou  art 385 

O  Master,  it  is  good  to  be     . 187 

O  mean  may  seem  this  house  of  clay  ....  242 

O  mother  dear,  Jerusalem 704 

O  Paradise !  O  Paradise 722 

O  praise  our  God  to-day 535 

O  Sacred  Head,  now  wounded 194 

O  Saviour,  who  for  man  hast  trod 247 

O  Shepherd  of  the  sheep 685 

O  Spirit  of  the  living  God 621 

O  sweet  and  blessed  country 720 

O  that  the  Lord's  salvation 636 

O  Thou  that  hear'st  the  prayer  of  faith  .    .    .  338 

O  Thou  to  whose  all-searching  sight    ....  415 

O  Thou  who  by  a  star  didst  guide 176 

O  Thou  whose  own  vast  temple  stands    .    .    .  612 

O  very  God  of  very  God 531 

O  what  if  we  are  Christ's 598 

O  where  are  kings  and  empires  now     ....  625 

O  where  is  He  that  trod  the  sea 183 

O  where  shall  rest  be  found 314 

O  Word  of  God  incarnate 292 

O  worship  the  King,  all  glorious  above   ...  2 

Of  Him  who  did  salvation  bring 312 

Oft  in  sorrow,  oft  in  woe 390 

On  the  fount  of  life  eternal 696 

On  the  mountain's  top  appearing 639 

On  Zion  and  on  Lebanon 659 

One  sweetly  solemn  thought 668 

One  there  is  above  all  others 582 

Onward,  Christian  soldiers 418 

Our  blest  Redeemer,  ere  He  breathed  ....  261 

Our  day  of  praise  is  done 37 

Our  Heavenly  Father  calls 547 

Our  Lord  is  risen  from  the  dead 217 

Our  Lord,  who  knows  full  well 32 

Our  yet  unfinished  story 512 

Out  of  the  deep  I  call 315 

Out  of  the  depths  of  woe 492 


558  INDEX   OF   FIRST   LINES. 

HYMN 

Palms  of  glory,  raiment  bright 707 

Pass  me  not,  O  gracious  Father 327 

People  of  the  living  God 568 

Pilgrim,  burdened  with  thy  sin 387 

Pleasant  are  Thy  courts  above 94 

Praise,  my  soul,  the  King  of  Heaven  ....  356 

Praise  the  Lord,  His  glories  show 116 

Praise  the  Lord,  ye  heavens,  adore  Him  ...  11 

Praise  the  Rock  of  our  salvation 604 

Praise  to  God,  immortal  praise 731 

Praise  to  God  who  reigns  above 16 

Praise  to  the  Holiest  in  the  height 207 

Praise  to  Thee,  Thou  great  Creator 13 

Praises  to  Him  whose  love  has  given  ....  108 

Pray,  without  ceasing,  pray 525 

Prayer  is  the  soul's  sincere  desire 523 

Prostrate,  dear  Jesus,  at  Thy  feet 322 

Rejoice,  rejoice,  believers 589 

Rejoice,  the  Lord  is  King 244 

Rejoice  to-day  with  one  accord 436 

Rejoice,  ye  pure  in  heart 433 

Rest  for  the  toiling  hand 670 

Resting  from  His  work  to-day 209 

Return,  O  wanderer,  return 310 

Ride  on,  ride  on  in  majesty 188 

Rise,  crowned  with  light,  imperial  Salem  .    .  658 

Rise,  glorious  Conqueror,  rise 228 

Rise,  my  soul,  and  stretch  thy  wings  ....  409 

Rise,  O  my  soul,  pursue  the  path 594 

Rock  of  ages,  cleft  for  me 332 

Round  the  Lord  in  glory  seated 9 

Safe  across  the  waters 394 

Safe  home,  safe  home  in  port 709 

Safely  through  another  week 67 

Saints  in  .glory,  we  together 380 

Saviour,  again  to  Thy  dear  Name 61 

Saviour,  breathe  an  evening  blessing  ....  44 

Saviour,  happy  would  I  be 359 


INDEX   OF   FIRST   LINES.  559 

BTMH 

Saviour,  like  a  Shepherd  lead  us 393 

Saviour,  sprinkle  many  nations 649 

Saviour,  teach  me,  day  by  day 499 

Saviour,  when  in  dust  to  Thee 458 

Saviour,  who  Tiiy  flock  art  feeding 558 

See  Israel's  gentle  Shepherd  stands 564 

See  the  Conqueror  mounts  in  triumph     .    .    .  220 

See  the  ransomed  millions  stand 70S 

Servant  of  God,  well  done 684 

Shall  hymns  of  grateful  love 126 

Shepherd  of  tender  youth 559 

Shine  on  our  souls,  eternal  God 539 

Shout  the  glad  tidings,  exultingly  sing   ...  160 

Show  pity,  Lord,  O  Lord,  forgive 318 

Since  all  the  varying  scenes  of  time    ....  137 

Sing,  my  tongue,  the  Saviour's  triumph     .    .  231 

Sing  of  Jesus,  sing  for  ever 379 

Sing  to  the  Lord,  our  Might 35 

Sing  to  the  Lord,  ye  distant  lands     .....  159 

Sing,  ye  redeemed  of  the  Lord 404 

Sleep  thy  last  sleep 676 

So  let  our  lips  and  lives  express 529 

Softly  now  the  light  of  day 25 

Soldiers  of  Christ,  arise 423 

Soldiers  of  the  cross,  arise 645 

Soldiers,  who  are  Christ's  below 429 

Songs  of  praise  the  angels  sang 119 

Soon  may  the  last  glad  song  arise 633 

Sovereign  of  Heaven,  who  didst  prevail     .    .  233 

Spirit  Divine,  attend  our  prayers 278 

Spirit  of  power  and  might,  behold 626 

Spread,  O  spread,  Thou  mighty  Word     ...  291 

Stand  up,  and  bless  the  Lord 86 

Stand  up,  my  soul,  shake  off  thy  fears    .    .    .  421 

Stand  up,  stand  up  for  Jesus 434 

Star  of  peace,  to  wanderers  weary 666 

Summer  suns  are  glowing 741 

Sun  of  my  soul,  Thou  Saviour  dear     ....  42 

Surely  Christ  thy  griefs  hath  borne 333 

Sweet  is  the  work,  my  God,  my  King     ...  79 


55o  INDEX   OF   FIRST   LINES, 

HYMN 

Sweet  is  the  work,  O  Lord 33 

Sweet  is  Thy  mercy,  Lord 414 

Sweet  Saviour,  bless  us  ere  we  go 51 

Sweet  the  moments,  rich  in  blessing    ....  581 

Sweet  the  time,  exceeding  sweet 118 

Take  me,  O  my  Father,  take  me 324 

Take  my  heart,  O  Father,  take  it 583 

Take,  my  soul,  thy  full  salvation 442 

Take  up  thy  cross,  the  Saviour  said 440 

Tarry  with  rne,  O  my  Saviour 45 

Teach  me,  my  God  and  King 494 

Ten  thousand  times  ten  thousand 706 

Thank  and  praise  Jehovah's  Name 115 

That  day  of  wrath,  that  dreadful  day  ....  701 

The  billows  swell,  the  winds  are  high  ....  474 

The  breaking  waves  dashed  high 746 

The  Church's  one  Foundation 616 

The  dawn  is  sprinkling  in  the  east 546 

The  day  is  gently  sinking  to  a  close     ....  56 

The  day  is  past  and  gone 554 

The  day  is  past  and  over 53 

The  day,  O  Lord,  is  spent 36 

The  day  of  resurrection 64 

The  floods,  O  Lord,  lift  up  their  voice     ...  no 

The  God  of  Abr'am  praise 714 

The  God  of  harvest  praise 726 

The  goodly  Land  I  see 713 

The  head  that  once  was  crowned  with     .    .    .  235 

The  heavens  declare  Thy  glory,  Lord  ....  293 

The  King  of  love  my  Shepherd  is 468 

The  Lord  descended  from  above 141 

The  Lord  is  King  :  lift  up  thy  voice     ....  461 

The  Lord  is  my  Shepherd,  no  want 475 

The  Lord  Jehovah  reigns,  And  royal  ...  130 

The  Lord  Jehovah  reigns,  His  throne  ....  124 

The  Lord  my  pasture  shall  prepare 99 

The  Lord  my  Shepherd  is 477 

The  Lord  of  might  from  Sinai's  brow     .    .    .  691 

The  Lord  on  high  ascends 232 


INDEX    OF    FIRST    FINKS.  561 

HYMN 

TLe  Lord  our  God  is  clothed  with  might    .    .  135 

The  morning  light  is  breaking 629 

The  perfect  world  by  Adam  trod 615 

The  pity  of  the  Lord 143 

The  race  that  long  in  darkness  pined  ....  150 

The  royal  banners  forward  go 193 

The  sands  of  time  are  sinking 679 

The  Son  of  God  goes  forth  to  war 654 

The  spacious  firmament  on  high 104 

The  Spirit  in  our  hearts 307 

The  strife  is  o'er,  the  battle  done 212 

The  twilight  falls,  the  nignt  is  near     ....  553 

The  voice  of  free  grace  cries,  Escape  ....  296 

The  winds  were  howling  o'er  the  deep    .    .    .  184 

The  world  is  very  evil 716 

Thee,  we  adore,.  Eternal  Lord 7 

There  is  a  blessed  Home 721 

There  is  a  fountain  filled  with  blood    ....  334 

There  is  a  green  hill  far  away 206 

There  is  a  land  of  pure  delight 710 

There  is  a  little,  lonely  fold 491 

There  is  an  eye  that  never  sleeps 522 

There  is  an  hour  of  peaceful  rest 711 

There  is  no  Name  so  sweet-on  earth    ....  556 

There's  a  wideness  in  God's  mercy 301 

They  pray  the  best  who  pray  and  watch     .    .  520 

They  whose  course  on  earth  is  o'er 690 

Thine  arm,  O  Lord,  in  days  of*bld 185 

Thine  earthly  Sabbaths,  Lord,  we  love    ...  75 

Thine  for  ever !  God  of  love 569 

This  is  not  my  place  of  resting 672 

This  is  the  day  of  toil 401 

This  is  the  day  the  Lord  hath  made      ....  82 

Thou  art  coming,  O  my  Saviour 693 

Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave 677 

Thou  art  the  way  :  to  Thee  alone 260 

Thou,  whose  almighty  Word 638 

Though  faint,  yet  pursuing,  we  go  on  .    .    .    .  476 

Three  in  One,  and- One  in  Three 52 

Through  all  the  changing  scenes  of  life     .    .  45.3 


562  INDEX    OF    FIRST   U-N'ES. 

11  V  M  N 

Through  sorrow's  night  and  danger's  ....  686 

Through  the  night  of  doubt  and  sorrow     .    .  601 

Through  the  passing  of  the  week 26 

Thus  far  the  Lord  has  led  me  on 43 

Thy  counsels,  Lord,  shall  guide  my  feet  .    .    .  484 

Thy  presence,  everlasiing  God 76 

Thy  way,  not  mine,  O  Lord 507 

Thy  works,  not  mine,  O  Christ 337 

Till  He  come,  O  let  the  words 573 

Time  is  winging  us  away 410 

'Tis  by  the  faith  of  joys  to  come 422 

'Tis  midnight,  and  on  Olive's  brow 189 

'Tis  thus  in  solitude  I  roam 519 

To  Canaan's  sacred  bound 400 

To  God  I  cried  when  troubles  rose 473 

To  God,  the  only  wise 87 

To  Heaven  I  lift  my  waiting  eyes 483 

To  Thee,  my  God  and  Saviour 453 

To  Thee,  O  dear,  dear  Saviour 454 

To  Thy  pastures  fair  and  large 486 

To  Thy  temple  I  repair 93 

Tossed  upon  life's  raging  billow 662 

Trembling  before  Thine  awful  throne      .    .    .♦  355 

'Twas  on' that  dark,  that  doleful  night     .    .    .  577 

Unvail  thy  bosom,  faithful  tomb 683 

Uplift  the  blood-red  banner 635 

Upward  where  the  stars  are  burning    ....  246 

Vainly  through  night's  weary  hours  ....  47 

Wake,  awake,  for  night  is  flying 694 

Watchman,  tell  us  of  the  night 147 

We  are  living,  we  are  dwelling 538 

We  are  on  our  journey  home 411 

We  give  Thee  but  Thine  own 533 

We  march,  we  march  to  victory 438 

Weary  of  earth  and  laden  with  my  sin    .    .    .  329 

Welcome,  delightful  morn 65 

Welcome,  happy  morning 210 


INDEX   OF   FIRST   LINES.  563 

HYMN 

Welcome,  sweet  day  of  rest 84 

What  a  Friend  we  have  in  Jesus 302 

What  are  these  in  bright  array 712 

What  grace,  O  Lord,  and  beauty  shone  ...  179 

What  star  is  this,  with  beams  so  bright  ...  167 

When  all  thy  mercies,  O  my  God 138 

When  gathering  clouds  around  I  view     .    .    .  517 

When  God  of  old  came  down  from  heaven    .  263 

When  His  salvation  bringing 560 

When  I  can  read  my  title  clear 405 

When  I  survey  the  wondrous  cross 197 

When  in  the  Lord  Jehovah's  Name 561 

When  Israel  of  the  Lord  beloved 129 

When  Jordan  hushed  his  waters  still   ....  164 

When  languor  and  disease  invade 667 

When  like  a  stranger  on  our  sphere     ....  181 

When  marshalled  on  the  nightly  plain    ...  166 

When  morning  gilds  the  skies 373 

When  on  Sinai's  top  I  see 190 

When  our  heads  are  bowed  with  woe  ....  513 

When  shall  the  voice  of  singing 630 

When  streaming  from  the  eastern  skies  ...  20 

When  this  passing  world  is  done 451 

When  through  the  torn  sail 665 

When,  wounded  sore,  the  stricken  soul  .    .    .  323 

Where  high  the  heavenly  temple  stands     .    .  251 

Where  wilt  thou  put  thy  trust 478 

While  now  the  daylight  fills  the  sky    ....  28 

While  o'er  the  deep  Thy  servants  sail  ....  664 

While  shepherds  watched  their  flocks     .    .    .  14S 

While  Thee  I  seek,  protecting  Power  ....  470 

While  with  ceaseless  course  the  sun     ....  727 

Wlio  are  these  like  stars  appearing 697 

Who  is  He  in  yonder  stall 162 

Who,  O  Lord,  when  life  is  o'er 689 

Why  should  the  children  of  a  King 277 

With  broken  heart  and  contrite  sigh    .    .    .    .  317 

W^ith  gladsome  feet  we  press 83 

With  joy  we  hail  the  sacred  day 91 

With  songs  and  honors  sounding  loud     .    .    .  732 


564  INDEX   OF   FIRST  LINES. 

HYMN 

Witness,  ye  men  and  angels,  now 565 

Workman  of  God,  O  lose  not  heart 530 

Worship,  honor,  power  and  blessing    ....    253 


Ye  Christian  heralds,  go,  proclaim 619 

Ye  servants  of  God 3 

Ye  servants  of  the  Lord 536 

Ye  trembling  captives,  hear 308 

Ye  tribes  of  Adam,  join 125 

Your  harps,  ye  trembling  saints 408 


Zion,  at  thy  shining  gates 705 

Zion's  daughter,  weep  no  more 192 

Zion  stands,  by  hills  surrounded 609 


